Usar "postilion" en una oración
postilion oraciones de ejemplo
postilion
1. The postilion cracked his whip, and they clattered away under the feeble over-swinging lamps
2. I called the valet, I stopped the postilion, I spoke to M
3. "Truly," said Monte Cristo, "with your posthorses going at the rate of two leagues an hour, and that absurd law that one traveller shall not pass another without permission, so that an invalid or ill-tempered traveller may detain those who are well and active, it is impossible to move; I escape this annoyance by travelling with my own postilion and horses; do I not, Ali?"
4. "Here is the passport," said the postilion, "which way are we going, young gentleman?"
5. A quarter of an hour afterwards the postilion, having been put in the right road, passed with a crack of his whip through the gateway of the Barriere Saint-Martin
6. He might be recognized, not only by these signs, but also from the accent with which he spoke to the postilion, as a Frenchman
7. "Which road?" asked the postilion in Italian
8. Danglars had not intended starting so late, or he would have remained; he put his head out and asked the postilion how long it would be before they reached the next town
9. But the night was cold, dull, and rainy, and it was much more pleasant for a traveller to remain in the warm carriage than to put his head out of the window to make inquiries of a postilion whose only answer was "Non capisco
10. Danglars waited a moment, expecting the postilion to come and demand payment with the termination of his stage
11. "Eh?" he said to the postilion, "eh, mio caro?"
12. Four men surrounded him, besides the postilion
13. The postilion was a venerable "boy" of sixty—a martyr to rheumatic gout, the result of excessive exposure in youth, counter-acted by strong liquors—who had stood at inn-doors doing nothing for the whole five-and-twenty years that had elapsed since he had no longer been required to ride professionally, as if expecting the old times to come back again
14. WE WERE RIDING ALONG as roughly as you please, the English Drizzle misting the entire Countryside (in spite of what the Ballad Singers may say about fine June Weather), when, in a trice, there comes a Stampede of Hoofbeats beside us, and a Pearl-handl’d Pistol is thrust in at the Window next to my Nose, and Shouts are heard from the Postilion and Coachman (who presently come flying past the Window and roll Head o’er Heels into a Ditch by the side of the Road), whereupon the Coach begins to move at such a Pace that we are all rattl’d like Apples in a rolling Barrel, and Mrs
15. Before too long—tho’ surely it seems longer to me in my Nakedness—a Coach comes rattling down the Highway, whereupon the Postilion claps his Eyes upon me in my trembling Condition, stops the Coach to offer Kind and Christian Assistance, and is forthwith set upon by the Highwayman and his Merry Band, which now includes Black Paul, or Horatio, as Lancelot calls him
16. In almost less Time than it takes to recite the Oath of Robin Hood, Lancelot, Horatio, and the Band have reliev’d the weary Travellers, the Coachman, and the Postilion of all that they possess, including the Horses that lately drew the Coach, and they have also rescu’d me, wrapp’d me once more in my scarlet Cloak, and gallop’d off into the Woods with great Dispatch to divide the Booty
17. BY NIGHTFALL ON THAT first Day, we had robb’d no less than three Coaches (not counting the one from which Paul and I were abducted), and in each Instance, Lancelot’s Method was the same: to wit, I was the Decoy, shiv’ring in my Skin to kindle the Pity (or the Lust) of the Coachman and Postilion; but no sooner had that Pity or Lust been kindl’d than Lancelot, Horatio, and the Merry Band of Twelve fell upon the Coach with Pistols and Bludgeons, stripping the Travellers stark naked, stealing their Horses, and e’en smashing a Skull now and again, tho’ taking care to murder no one
18. The postilion and all the other servants did the same
19. ‘Start!’ The postilion started the horses, the off pole horse tugged at his collar, the high springs creaked, and the body of the coach swayed
20. He followed the road-mender's advice, retraced his steps, and, half an hour later, he passed the same spot again, but this time at full speed, with a good horse to aid; a stable-boy, who called himself a postilion, was seated on the shaft of the cariole
21. "There's the whiffle-tree broken, sir," said the postilion; "I don't know how to harness my horse now; this road is very bad at night; if you wish to return and sleep at Tinques, we could be in Arras early to-morrow morning
22. The postilion whipped up the horses; they had crossed the
23. Bonaparte places a postilion on the throne of Naples, and a sergeant on the throne of Sweden, employing inequality to demonstrate equality; Louis XVIII
24. He was a bit of a mason, a bit of a gardener, something of a doctor; he bled a postilion who had tumbled from his horse; Louis Philippe no more went about without his lancet, than did Henri IV
25. What is certain is, that on the following morning, a "postilion" was flung from the Charlemagne yard into the Lions' Ditch, over the five-story building which separated the two court-yards
26. What prisoners call a "postilion" is a pallet of bread artistically moulded, which is sent into Ireland, that is to say, over the roofs of a prison, from one courtyard to another
27. On this occasion, the postilion reached its address, although the person to whom it was addressed was, at that moment, in solitary confinement
28. The postilion contained a roll of paper on which only these
29. chasuble, the law and God no longer suffice; they must be eked out by the Postilion de Lonjumeau; a blue waistcoat turned up with red, and with bell buttons, a plaque like a vantbrace, knee-breeches of green leather, oaths to the Norman horses with their tails knotted up, false galloons, varnished hat, long powdered locks, an enormous whip and tall boots
30. By the celerity with which they served us, and the eager zeal of the bearded Cossack, whom Pougatcheff had made Commandant, I perceived that, thanks to the talk of our postilion, I was supposed to be a favorite with their master
31. The sentinels stopped us and to the demand: “Who goes there?” our postilion answered in a loud voice: “A friend of the Czar, traveling with his wife
32. The postilion started, the carriage wheels rattled
33. “Start!” The postilion started the horses, the off pole horse tugged at his collar, the high springs creaked, and the body of the coach swayed