lamenting

One of their company, an old man, said, “Let us cease lamenting, my mates, for, as it seems to me, sorrow is always the twin sister of joy; and it was only to be looked for that we, who just now were over-rejoiced, should next have something to make us sad.”

An old oak, lamenting when too late the destruction of his companions, said to a neighboring cedar, “The first step has lost us all.

After lamenting it, however, at some length, she had the consolation of thinking that Mr.

However, Mathilde remained unsatisfied, lamenting her lack of sophisticated accessories to complete her glamorous appearance for the prestigious event.