"Well," says Jerry to me, "we can't help it, Jack, old boy; we must have our
Sundays."
Black Beauty
I doubt you didn't know it was Sunday. Living so lone here, you lose your count, I daresay; and then, when your loom makes a noise, you can't hear the bells, more partic'lar now the frost kills the sound."
"Yes, I did; I heard 'em," said Silas, to whom Sunday bells were a mere accident of the day, and not part of its sacredness.
"But what a pity it is you should work of a Sunday, and not clean yourself--if you didn't go to church; for if you'd a roasting bit, it might be as you couldn't leave it, being a lone man.
But I beg and pray of you to leave off weaving of a Sunday, for it's bad for soul and body--and the money as comes i' that way 'ull be a bad bed to lie down on at the last, if it doesn't fly away, nobody knows where, like the white frost.
Silas Marner
That was the utmost severity he could show towards his mother on a Sunday morning.
The sunshine was on them: that early autumn sunshine which we should know was not summer's, even if there were not the touches of yellow on the lime and chestnut; the Sunday sunshine too, which has more than autumnal calmness for the working man; the morning sunshine, which still leaves the dew-crystals on the fine gossamer webs in the shadow of the bushy hedgerows.
The autumnal Sunday sunshine soothed him, but not by preparing him with resignation to the disappointment if his mother--if he himself--proved to be mistaken about Dinah.
Adam Bede
"What's the matter," I suggested, on the Wednesday following, "with my chasing Demetrios in the boat next Sunday, while you wait for him on the wharf at Vallejo when he arrives?"
On Sunday you and I will be around Benicia up to the very moment Demetrios's sail heaves into sight.
As usual, Sunday and Demetrios Contos arrived together.
To-day is Sunday; there are two salmon in his boat which he caught to-day.
Tales of the Fish Patrol
There was the dreary Sunday of his childhood, when he sat with his hands before him, scared out of his senses by a horrible tract which commenced business with the poor child by asking him in its title, why he was going to Perdition?--a piece of curiosity that he really, in a frock and drawers, was not in a condition to satisfy-- and which, for the further attraction of his infant mind, had a parenthesis in every other line with some such hiccupping reference as 2 Ep.
Well!--Jeremiah then says to me, "As to banns, next Sunday being the third time of asking (for I've put 'em up a fortnight), is my reason for naming Monday.
But its sound had revived a long train of miserable Sundays, and the procession would not stop with the bell, but continued to march on.
Little Dorrit