1 The Professor looked pityingly at him.
2 I pitied the others, especially Arthur.
3 He wore a look of stern sadness and infinite pity.
4 I suppose one ought to pity any thing so hunted as is the Count.
5 I felt an infinite pity for him, and opened my arms unthinkingly.
6 You must be pitiful to him, too, though it may not hold your hands from his destruction.
7 I could not pity her, for I knew now what had become of her child, and she was better dead.
8 Lucy was full of pity, too, but she did not attempt to touch the dog, but looked at it in an agonised sort of way.
9 If you only knew the problem I have to face, and that I am working out, you would pity, and tolerate, and pardon me.
10 It was a pity that we had not some better organised plan of attack, for even at the moment I wondered what we were to do.
11 I love her a thousand times more for her sweet pity of last night, a pity that made my own hate of the monster seem despicable.
12 She herself agreed as to its wisdom, and it was pitiful to see her so brave and yet so sorrowful, and in such a depth of despair.
13 The pity for Jonathan, the horror which he experienced, the whole fearful mystery of his diary, and the fear that has been brooding over me ever since, all came in a tumult.
14 Certain it was that I was lapsing into sleep, the open-eyed sleep of one who yields to a sweet fascination, when there came through the snow-stilled air a long, low wail, so full of woe and pity that it woke me like the sound of a clarion.