Alacrity

The barber called upon the people to rise and drink the Paladin’s health, and they did it with alacrity and affectionate heartiness, clashing their metal flagons together with a simultaneous crash, and heightening the effect with a resounding cheer.

Her mother stepped forwards, embraced her, and welcomed her with rapture; gave her hand with an affectionate smile to Wickham, who followed his lady, and wished them both joy, with an alacrity which showed no doubt of their happiness.

We have nothing more to say, and may break up our pleasant party.” “By all means,” observed Mr. Bumble, with great alacrity.

Sit down!” Sef Sermak seated himself once more with just a shade too much alacrity and Hardin smiled behind a straight face.

May I hear it say something?” “Certainly,” he replied with alacrity, and stood up to put it in train for speaking.

He splashed his face clean and flicked drops of water for the animal to catch, which he did with great alacrity.

That very day the miners began their labors, with a vigor and alacrity proportionate to their long rest from fatigue and their hopes of ultimate success.

She listened to college stories with deep interest, caressed pointers and poodles without a murmur, agreed heartily that “Tom Brown was a brick,” regardless of the improper form of praise; and when one lad proposed a visit to his turtle-tank, she went with an alacrity which caused mamma to smile upon her, as that motherly lady settled the cap which was left in a ruinous condition by filial hugs, bear-like but affectionate, and dearer to her than the most faultless coiffure from the hands of an inspired Frenchwoman.

Ser Boros had been escorting Tommen and Lord Gyles when Ser Jacelyn Bywater and his gold cloaks had surprised them, and had yielded up his charge with an alacrity that would have enraged old Ser Barristan Selmy as much as it did Cersei; a knight of the Kingsguard was supposed to die in defense of the king and royal family.

I’ve been grieving over her all night as I sat with you. … Can’t you, won’t you tell me what you are going to do with her now?” “You can set your mind quite at rest on that score, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,” the prosecutor answered at once, with evident alacrity.

“So do I,” said Ivor, jumping up with alacrity.

With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane’s she turned herself.

I’m sure you know what they all are.” I have heard Hector Blunt described as a woman hater, but I noticed that he joined Flora at the silver table with what might be described as alacrity.

A picnic, children, you’d like that?” I naturally agreed with alacrity.

Havoc, and spoil, and ruin, are my gain.” He ceased; and Satan stayed not to reply, But, glad that now his sea should find a shore, With fresh alacrity and force renewed Springs upward, like a pyramid of fire, Into the wild expanse, and through the shock Of fighting elements, on all sides round Environed, wins his way; harder beset And more endangered, than when Argo passed Through Bosporus betwixt the justling rocks; Or when Ulysses on the larboard shunned Charybdis, and by the other whirlpool steered: So he with difficulty and labour hard Moved on: with difficulty and labour he; But, he once passed, soon after, when Man fell, Strange alteration!

“Marvel not at that, Sancho my friend,” said Don Quixote; “for let me tell thee devils are crafty; and even if they do carry odours about with them, they themselves have no smell, because they are spirits; or, if they have any smell, they cannot smell of anything sweet, but of something foul and fetid; and the reason is that as they carry hell with them wherever they go, and can get no ease whatever from their torments, and as a sweet smell is a thing that gives pleasure and enjoyment, it is impossible that they can smell sweet; if, then, this devil thou speakest of seems to thee to smell of amber, either thou art deceiving thyself, or he wants to deceive thee by making thee fancy he is not a devil.” Such was the conversation that passed between master and man; and Don Fernando and Cardenio, apprehensive of Sancho’s making a complete discovery of their scheme, towards which he had already gone some way, resolved to hasten their departure, and calling the landlord aside, they directed him to saddle Rocinante and put the packsaddle on Sancho’s ass, which he did with great alacrity.

The harried young man rose on one elbow with alacrity as they approached.