"Mystifier" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... in July and September, Fortnoye bound up and down the Rhine; in the depth of the winter, Monsieur Tonson-Fortnoye come again! Evidently one of the most frequent guests of my delicate Francine was the interpreter of Cosmos in Strasburg, the white-bearded mystifier of the champagne-cellar, the finest singing-voice ...
— Lippincott's Magazine. Vol. XII, No. 33. December, 1873. • Various
... That the latter was of the smallest magnitude compatible with its existence at all, Boldwood, of course, did not know. And such an explanation did not strike him as a possibility even. It is foreign to a mystified condition of mind to realize of the mystifier that the processes of approving a course suggested by circumstance, and of striking out a course from inner impulse, would look the same in the result. The vast difference between starting a train of ...
— Far from the Madding Crowd • Thomas Hardy
... brise. "Mille pardons, fait alors notre auteur avec un malin sourire. Je vous disais bien que je suis d'une insigne maladresse!" La-dessus, il tourne les talons, laissant couvert de confusion celui qui voulait le mystifier. On est souvent trompe par ceux que l'on se propose ...
— French Conversation and Composition • Harry Vincent Wann
... the collar every couple of hours instantly returned to me in Chicago, together with the old comforting conviction that a harsh climate is a climate healthy for body and spirit. And, because it is laden with soot, the air of Chicago is a great mystifier and beautifier. Atmospheric effects may be seen there that are unobtainable without the combustion of soft coal. Talk, for example, as much as you please about the electric sky-signs of Broadway—not all ...
— Your United States - Impressions of a first visit • Arnold Bennett
... as Barbara had expressed it, was fine but sober. The lilac and the laburnum were in full blossom, but they appeared faded to Constantia's eyes; so completely are even our senses under the control of circumstances. Sorrow is a sad mystifier, turning the green leaf yellow and steeping young roses in tears. She had not been long seated, when a step, a separating of the branches, and Walter De Guerre was at her feet. Constance recoiled from what at heart she loved, as it had been a thing she hated; ...
— The Buccaneer - A Tale • Mrs. S. C. Hall |
