"Flounce" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... it matter? I told her not to bother her head about it, that when we got to New York, or even to Cincinnati or Louisville, I would buy her a whole shopful of dresses. She made no answer to that; but when I had the misfortune to tear her third flounce, she said, that if I went on in that way she would not have a whole gown left when she got to Louisville. 'With a whole one or none at all, Miss,' said I, 'you'll always be a charming creature.' That now was as pretty a compliment as ever ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine -- Volume 57, No. 351, January 1845 • Various
... scolded, while Henry said "Don't kick and flounce so, my little beauty. If there's any thing I hate, it's seeing girls make believe they're modest. That clodhopper Bill kisses you every day, ...
— The English Orphans • Mary Jane Holmes
... called himself, entered; An under-bred, fine-spoken fellow was he, And he smiled as he looked at the venison and me. 'What have we got here?—Why this is good eating! Your own, I suppose—or is it in waiting?' 'Why, whose should it be?' cried I with a flounce; 'I get these things often'—but that was a bounce: 'Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the nation, Are pleased to be kind—but I hate ostentation.' 'If that be the case then,' cried he, very gay, 'I'm glad I have taken this house in my way. To-morrow you take a poor dinner with me; ...
— Goldsmith - English Men of Letters Series • William Black
... In her fond breast no prostituted aim, Nor venal hope, assumes fair friendship's name: Sooner shall Churchill's feeble meteor-ray, 430 That led our foundering demagogue astray, Darkling to grope and flounce in Error's night, Eclipse great Mansfield's strong meridian light, Than shall the change of fortune, time, or place, Thy generous friendship in my heart efface! Oh! whether wandering from thy country far, And plunged amid ...
— The Poetical Works of Beattie, Blair, and Falconer - With Lives, Critical Dissertations, and Explanatory Notes • Rev. George Gilfillan [Ed.]
... I was more of a woman in my fresh gingham, with a knot of clovers in my hair, than I am now. Aunt Pen was very kind to get me all these pretty things; but I'm afraid my mother would look horrified to see me in such a high state of flounce externally and so little room to ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 12, August, 1863, No. 70 - A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics • Various
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