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Though nobody spoke to him of the affair after class he could feel about him a vague general malignant joy.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce Context
If ever human features bespoke vice of the most malignant type, they were certainly those of Enoch J.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan Doyle Context
Often it was only the smallest trace, Watson, the faintest indication, and yet it was enough to tell me that the great malignant brain was there, as the gentlest tremors of the edges of the web remind one of the foul spider which lurks in the centre.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan Doyle Context
Though they were divorced and lived apart, yet whenever the husband met the wife, he invariably behaved to her with the same malignant irony, the cause of which was incomprehensible.
Anna Karenina(V2) By Leo Tolstoy Context
From that day, as the doctor expressed it, the wasting fever assumed a malignant character, but what the doctor said did not interest Natasha, she saw the terrible moral symptoms which to her were more convincing.
War and Peace(V4) By Leo Tolstoy Context
There was such a malignant enjoyment in her utterance of the last words, and she broke into such a disagreeable laugh, that I was at a loss what to say.
Great Expectations By Charles Dickens Context
Bazarov quickly scanned the letter, and made an effort to control himself, that he might not show the malignant feeling which was instantaneously aflame in his breast.
Fathers and Children By Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev Context
I was now about to form another being of whose dispositions I was alike ignorant; she might become ten thousand times more malignant than her mate and delight, for its own sake, in murder and wretchedness.
Frankenstein By Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley Context
Every time she thought of that malignant black face peering at her from the shadows of the twilight forest road, she fell to trembling.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret Mitche Context
All men have their enemies, good Sir Sluggard; and there be those malignant enough to construe the hospitable refreshment which I have been offering to you, a weary traveller, for the matter of three short hours, into sheer drunkenness and debauchery, vices alike alien to my profession and my disposition.
There in its nasty, stinking, underground home our insulted, crushed and ridiculed mouse promptly becomes absorbed in cold, malignant and, above all, everlasting spite.
Notes from the Underground By Feodor Dostoevsky Context