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When he got abroad at last he was hardly grateful that he had been spared, remembering how lonely was his estate, how companionless and forlorn he was.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer By Mark Twain Context
Gummidge had never made any other remark than a forlorn sigh, and had never raised her eyes since tea.
David Copperfield By Charles Dickens Context
With the people filing off at the door he held, who he knew would carry what had passed to the whole town, to be given to the four winds, he could not have looked a Bully more shorn and forlorn, if he had had his ears cropped.
Hard Times By Charles Dickens Context
The latter, indeed, was still moved by the irresistible desire to discuss his wrong; but, though he revolved about it with the same forlorn tenacity, Selden was aware that something always restrained him from full expression.
House of Mirth By Edith Wharton Context
They passed the lot where the Meade house had stood and there remained of it only a forlorn pair of stone steps and a walk, leading up to nothing.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret Mitche Context
They came to start housekeeping and married life in the rather forlorn home of the Chatterleys on a rather inadequate income.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H Lawrence Context
It caused the goodman unendurable and irritating anxiety to feel so tender and forlorn within, and only to be able to be hard outside.
Les Misérables (V4) By Victor Hugo Context
One forlorn fragment of dollanity had belonged to Jo and, having led a tempestuous life, was left a wreck in the rag bag, from which dreary poorhouse it was rescued by Beth and taken to her refuge.
Little Women By Louisa May Alcott Context
Monstrous tattered clouds sprawled round a forlorn moon; puddles and rocks glistened with inner light.
Main Street By Sinclair Lewis Context
I never saw a place that wanted so much improvement in my life; and it is so forlorn that I do not know what can be done with it.
Mansfield Park By Jane Austen Context
I cannot remember the time when I did not love Eliza; and my affection for her, as we grew up, was such, as perhaps, judging from my present forlorn and cheerless gravity, you might think me incapable of having ever felt.
Sense and Sensibility By Jane Austen Context