"Moil" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... did. That's it. He misused her.... God, if you had seen my girlie's little bleeding feet!—— That's the reason.... 'Tain't the stuff. I can work. I can save for to make my Evie a lady same's them high-steppers on Fifth Avenoo. I can moil and toil and slave an' run hootch—hootch—— They wuz wine 'n' fixin's into the Bible. It ain't you, God, it's them fanatics.... Nobody in my Dump wanted I should sell 'em more'n a bottle o' beer before this here prohybishun set us all crazy. 'Tain't right.... O God, don't hold a little hootch ...
— The Flaming Jewel • Robert W. Chambers
... out of the Stewart cark and moil! Pretender, Chevalier de St. George, or uncrowned king—let it drift away like the dead ...
— Foes • Mary Johnston
... possible and Natural: Some Female Devil, old and damn'd to Ugliness, And past all Hopes of Courtship and Address, Full of another Devil called Desire, Has seen this Face—this Shape—this Youth, And thinks it's worth her Hire. It must be so: I must moil on in the damn'd dirty Road, And sure such Pay will ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. III • Aphra Behn
... it's no good! Toil and moil every day from your first breath to your last, and what good does it bring you? Independence? Humph! You are as much a slave as any nigger bought for cash. Comfort? A heap of that! You'd be better housed and fed in any county-house. Respect? Get yourself charged with a crime and see whether ...
— Joyce's Investments - A Story for Girls • Fannie E. Newberry
... do not. Only take these sordid worries off her shoulders, and give her what she needs, and don't let her toil and moil. Remember, it is for her I do it." There was a little sting in that last remark, but he was too happy ...
— Sisters • Ada Cambridge
... was fair fond o' the hills, an' no' likin' the toon. An', moil, he was a wonder wi' the lambs. He'd gang wi' a collie ower miles o' country in roarin' weather, an' he'd aye fetch the lost sheep hame. The auld moil was nane so weel furnished i' the heid, but bairnies and beasts were unco' fond o' 'im. It wasna his fau't ...
— Greyfriars Bobby • Eleanor Atkinson
... Schuyler had never been to the house before at all. But may he not have been mistaken? May not Mr. Schuyler have known the lady previously—oh, it is such a moil! But, in any case, Mr. Calhoun, it seems to me that further probing and searching will only pile up opprobrium on the name of Schuyler, and—I can't stand it. I am so unused to notoriety or publicity I can't face all the unpleasantness that must follow! ...
— Vicky Van • Carolyn Wells |
