Some books also may be read by deputy, and extracts made of them by others; but that would be only in the less important arguments, and the meaner sort of books, else distilled books are like common distilled waters, flashy things.

He was not a gentleman, nor yet one of the loud, flashy sort that call themselves so.

Ours is a fine business,--a splendid concern, sir,--and there's no reason why it shouldn't go on growing; there's a growing capital, and growing outlets for it; but there's another thing that's wanted for the prosperity of every concern, large or small, and that's men to conduct it,--men of the right habits; none o' your flashy fellows, but such as are to be depended on.

With the money he bought himself a suit of cheap, flashy clothes.

The truth is, I never dabbled in flashy matters, but jogged on in the good old sober routine of the calling -- a calling in which I should, no doubt, have remained to the present hour, but for a little accident which happened to me in the prosecution of one of the usual business operations of the profession.

She told Philip that his friend had no talent really; it was just flashy and superficial; he couldn't compose a figure to save his life.

In theory she despised them--they took away that old-world look--they cut off the sun--flats house a flashy type of person.

He must remind himself every now and then that the great event transpired in the open air, and not in a gloomy, candle- lighted cell in a little corner of a vast church, up-stairs--a small cell all bejeweled and bespangled with flashy ornamentation, in execrable taste.

Still, such comparisons might mislead, for no man was more incapable of flashy make-believe than Mr.

Father Brown jumped off the bandstand, his friend following; and as they walked in the direction indicated the trees fell away to right and left, and they saw a small, rather flashy hotel, such as is common in resorts--the hotel of the Saloon Bar rather than the Bar Parlour.

His poetical vein was really exhausted when in 1812 and 1813 Byron's 'Childe Harold' and flashy Eastern tales captured the public fancy.

Hawker, the old squire, had been a loose, unsatisfactory sort of person, had been on bad terms with his first wife (who died, as some said, of neglect), and had then married a flashy South American Jewess with a fortune.