The thirty-eight miles an hour at which Clif drove into Zenith was, in 1908, dismaying speed.
Leora came to use, in her casual way, such words, such ancient Anglo-Saxon monosyllables, as would have dismayed Angus or Bert Tozer.
He was dismayingly even.
But the really dismaying thing was that he should by an effort to be a politician have interrupted the sacred work.
Orchid had been airy and distant with Martin all evening, and dismayingly chatty and affectionate with Leora.
But more dismaying was the slimy trail of the dollar which he beheld in Pickerbaugh’s most ardent eloquence.
They held his hand in turn, they brought up rustling women to meet him, they stood about him in a polite and twittery circle, and dismayingly they expected him to say something intelligent.
Martin’s imaginative dismay at being caught here by Watters was not lessened when Leora and he reluctantly appeared on Sunday at one-thirty and were by a fury of Old Friendship dragged back into the days of Digamma Pi.
Because death had for the first time been brought to him, he raged, "Oh, damn experimentation!" and, despite Stokes’s dismay, he gave the phage to everyone who asked.
The plague had been dismaying in Blackwater; in Carib it was the end of all things.
He was dismayed.
She was a slight, nervous insignificance; he was rather puffy, very flushed, undoubtedly courageous, and altogether dismayed; and at a time when no laundress dared go anywhere, his evening shirt was luminous.
The square was rimmed with the gloom of mango trees, which shut out the faint-hearted breeze and cooped in the heat—stale lifeless heat, in whose misery the leering silence was the more dismaying.
The strain of considering clothes; of galloping out to buy white trousers when he wanted to watch the test-tubes in the constanttemperature bath, of trying to look easy in the limousine which met him at the station, and of deciding which servants to tip and how much and when, was dismaying to a simple man.
…had heard about the superiority of poverty to luxury, but after the lunch-wagons of Mohalis, after twelve years of helping Leora check the laundry and worry about the price of steak, after a life of waiting in the slush for trolleys, it was not at all dismaying to have a valet who produced shirts automatically; not at all degrading to come to meals which were always interesting, and, in the discretion of his car, to lean an aching head against softness and think how clever he was.