when there is some idea of being resuscitated, you say he's a scoundrel, an impudent fellow, a miser
, a bad master
I, D'Artagnan, have seen him begging assistance of Mazarin, who is a miser
, and the aid of Louis, who is a child, and it appeared to me, who am acquainted with such things, that in the intelligent eye of the fallen king, in the nobility of his whole person, a nobility apparent above all his miseries, I could discern the stuff of a man and the heart of a king.
When they saw the worthy botanist coming back heavy laden with his specimens, and treasuring them up as carefully as a miser
would his hoard, they used to make merry among themselves at his expense, regarding him as some whimsical kind of madman.
I once had the pleasure to see him bargaining with a miser
for his soul, which, after much ingenious skirmishing on both sides, his highness succeeded in obtaining at about the value of sixpence.
He had earned for himself the reputation of an awful skinflint, of a miser
in the matter of living.
Reaching that height, her eye was on a level with a slight opening in the partition, the real object of her efforts, for the glance that she cast through it can be compared only to that of a miser
discovering Aladdin's treasure.
Nay, Seneca adds niceness and satiety: Cogita quamdiu eadem feceris; mori velle, non tantum fortis aut miser
, sed etiam fastidiosus potest.
You talk as if a miser
on Monday were always a spendthrift on Tuesday.
The farmer was a sad miser
, and knew that his man was very simple-hearted; so he took out threepence, and gave him for every year's service a penny.
It was quite evident from his very mannerism that Thurid had keenly guessed the man's weakness--even the clawlike, clutching movement of the fingers betokened the avariciousness of the miser
I do not know why my delight in those tragedies did not send me to the volume of his plays, which was all the time in the bookcase at home, but I seem not to have thought of it, and rapt as I was in them I am not sure that they gave me greater pleasure, or seemed at all finer, than "Rollo," "The Wife," "The Stranger," "Barbarossa," "The Miser
of Marseilles," and the rest of the melodramas, comedies, and farces which I saw at that time.
No, Rosa, no; to-morrow we shall come to a conclusion as to the spot to be chosen for your tulip; you will plant it according to my instructions; and as to the third sucker," -- Cornelius here heaved a deep sigh, -- "watch over it as a miser
over his first or last piece of gold; as the mother over her child; as the wounded over the last drop of blood in his veins; watch over it, Rosa