They rattled like hero and heroine of a sticky tale, like sweat-shop operatives, like bouncing rustics, like prince and princess.
His friend Clif was boorish, his beloved Leora was rustic, however gallant she might be, and he himself wasted energy in hectic busyness and in astonishment at dullness.
You consider yourself so much better educated than these rustics, but I notice you say ’gosh’ and ’Big Guns’ and that sort of thing.
He was cordial; he invited Martin to step out for a dish of tea as though he almost meant it; but beside him Martin felt young, rustic, inept.
They modernized their rustic dancing; they learned to play bridge, rather badly, and tennis rather well; and Martin, not by virtue and heroism but merely by habit, got out of the way of resenting the chirp of small talk.
He did not remain in the rustic reaches of St. Swithin, where he belonged, but snooped all over the island, annoying Inchcape Jones.
And suppose your Terry Wickett should marry some waitress or some incredibly stupid rustic?
He felt rustic when, after he had blurted, "Just a minute til I go up and unpack my suit-case," she said gently, "Oh, that will have been done for you."
Gottlieb, Terry Wickett, and Dr. Nicholas Yeo, that longmustached and rustic biologist whom Martin had first taken for a carpenter, formed an independent faction of their own, and however much he disliked the boisterous Wickett, Martin was dragged into it.
They were embarrassed by the footmen, awed by the automatic elevator, oppressed by a hallway full of vellum folios and Italian chests and a drawing-room full of water-colors, and reduced to rusticity by Capitola’s queenly white satin and pearls.
When he had tried on a dinner suit and come out for her approval, his long brown tie and softcollared shirt somewhat rustic behind the low evening waistcoat, and when the clerk had gone to fetch collars, she wailed: "Darn it, Sandy, you’re too grand for me.
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Low-slung brown leather couches with modern lines were coupled with a rustic coffee table on a cow-skin rug.
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