All John Reed's violent tyrannies, all his sisters' proud indifference, all his mother's aversion, all the servants' partiality, turned up in my disturbed mind like a dark deposit in a turbid well.
The present Catherine has no other likeness to her, except a breadth of the forehead and a certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty.
Yes, they are arrogant, and they did not cover up the arrogance, no posturing, but with their heads held high clank stand, proud and frankly people's eyes to bear.
Still the valiant Stormy Petrel proudly wheels amond the lightning, o 'er the roaring, raging ocean, and his cry resounds exultant, like a prophecy of triumph.