Tell me, comrade, is it sooth that we shall have another fling at these Frenchmen?
The man with the gun swore fearfully, but his comrade with the hammer was silent.
They evidently sympathized with their comrade's objection to the duties of a policeman.
She had become so habituated to his presence that she was quite at her ease, and treated him as a comrade.
Comrade Ossipon met the shock of this blasphemy by an awful, vacant stare.
But Comrade Ossipon, nicknamed the Doctor, had got over the shock by that time.
“Certainly not,” Comrade Ossipon agreed in a quiet undertone.
But this being a delicate affair, Comrade Ossipon behaved with delicacy.
Resolutely he suppressed his sympathy for the ghost of Comrade Verloc, and went on.
Comrade Ossipon was familiar with the beauties of its journalistic style.