Sentence examples for maid about from inspiring English sources

There officers arrested a man who approached the maid about 4 A.M. and asked for the money.

Mrs. Wheeler's complaints to her new slave maid about the escape of her predecessor also speak to the careless intimacy of the mistress-slave relationship.

Although Ms. Delettrez works out of Rome and is part of the all-Italian Fendi family, there was something of the French maid about these decorations: prim and sexy at the same time.

By David Lardner and Russell Maloney The New Yorker, October 19, 1940 P. 15 A matron had to speak to her colored maid about ignoring the telephone when it rand, and allowing other members of the household to come running.

While Ms. Wingate was waiting outside the store yesterday, talking with a meter maid about the only topic there is, a passing stranger said: Hey! How are you doing?

And how it rains, that fine Irish gamut of rain, from clammy drizzle to autumn downpour on a shed's tin roof! "There was something of the mer maid about her". Yes, Mr. O'Faolain is the poet of this strange wateriness, in green forlorn Ireland.

Privately, he disdained Kennedy's inability to get his program through Congress, cracking, according to Caro, that Kennedy's men knew less about politics on the Hill "than an old maid does about fucking".

The New York police originally estimated the time of the alleged attack on the maid at about 1 p.m., but have since revised it to around noon.

A Texas country boy and self-taught master of Congress, Johnson scorned Kennedy's brainy inner circle—"All those Bostons and Harvards", as Mr Caro quotes him scoffing who knew no more about vote-counting or when to send a bill to Capitol Hill "than an old maid does about fucking".

Victoria's love of regulation meant instructions for maids about when to enter her rooms with seltzer water, when to leave, when to fetch a handkerchief, and to sit in the wardrobe room all day until called.

Early in the first act, Vera's admonition to her maids about properly hanging the sheets to dry, set to angular jitters, opens up into sumptuous ardor, then closes again into anxiety, with an ease of transition that recalls Janacek.