What is "remorseful"

Usage examples of "remorseful".

This house was gloomy because it was remorseful: it was remorseful because it concealed a crime.

The very evidence of neglect around, the very weeds and grass on the half-obliterated road, touched Maltravers with a sort of pitying and remorseful affection for his calm and sequestered residence.

Colton heaved a remorseful sigh over her passing and then rose to face the elderly man.

You, McCulloch, upset over the stagnancy of one society and remorseful in the extreme over the deaths of innocents you were forced to carry out.

He himself, remorseful, had gone with the Biblereader from the Medical Mission in the Cowgate to the dormer-lighted closet in College Wynd, where Auld Jock had died.

It was this youth who now stepped down to the darkened footlights and spoke in a remorseful and conscience-stricken manner.

Rip Lawton was named after a lesson on Washington Irving during which he snored so loudly Miss Mosher grabbed him by the ear and yanked him up to the front of the room where she made him sit, blushing and remorseful, until her attention was elsewhere and he dozed off again, his chin bobbing on his chest.

Remorseful Prober is like Naive Prober, except that it takes active steps to break out of runs of alternating recrimination.

Remorseful Prober remembers whether it has just spontaneously defected, and whether the result was prompt retaliation.

Remorseful Prober does better against Tit for Tat than Naive Prober does, though not as well as Tit for Tat does against itself.

Remorseful Prober or Naive Prober, but they too ended up with fewer points, on average, than simple Tit for Tat.

Both Naive Prober and Remorseful Prober are nasty strategies because they sometimes defect, however rarely, when not provoked.

To take her own bitter words for it, the most agonising and remorseful thoughts about her conduct to her husband stung her heart like so many wasps.

Hiawatha, And with threatening look and gesture Laid his hand upon the black rock, On the fatal Wawbeek laid it, With his mittens, Minjekahwun, Rent the jutting crag asunder, Smote and crushed it into fragments, Hurled them madly at his father, The remorseful Mudjekeewis, For his heart was hot within him, Like a living coal his heart was.

Once again the feeling of terrible loss assailed him as the unreceptive center of his soul struggled with the remorseful knowledge that he must leave this grandeur, this spaciousness, this thrilling recurrence of danger.