different sort of life

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  • Tom was to see how they served him in a different sort of life. Cited from Tom Tufton's Travels, by Evelyn Everett-Green
  • Now, for a bit, we are going to lead a different sort of life. Cited from The Treasure of the Incas, by G. A. Henty
  • Meanwhile quite a different sort of life was being led in the other wing of the palace. Cited from Manasseh, by Maurus Jokai
  • In the future, if my life is spared, it is going to be a very different sort of life. Cited from Chronicles of Avonlea, by Lucy Maud Montgomery #6]
  • Our Lord Jesus rose up again into life, and into a new, a higher, a different sort of life. Cited from Quiet Talks on Following the Christ, by S. D. Gordon
  • I must live a different sort of life, mother; so I shall have to go away from you, I don't want you watching it. Cited from Ghosts, A Domestic Tragedy, by Henrik Ibsen
  • His attitude is unfortunate because he longs so for a different sort of life and yet has no contact with young people except those of the swamp. Cited from Ralestone Luck, by Andre Norton
  • "If God would let me live, I might repent, and lead a different sort of life, and do all sorts of things to please Him; and then perchance He might think me more fit for heaven." Cited from The Cruise of the Mary Rose, by William H. G. Kingston
  • The packet swept past us, giving me a good deal the same glimpse into a different sort of life that a deckhand on a freighter has when he gazes at a liner ablaze with lights and echoing with music. Cited from Vandemark's Folly, by Herbert Quick
  • I tried not to think of the matter, but still those fearful words "too late" would come back to me; then I tried to persuade myself that I was young and strong, and as I had led a very different sort of life to most of the men, I was more likely than any one to escape the gripe of the fever. Cited from The African Trader, by W. H. G. Kingston
  • Set him down as a friend -- as somebody to 'rest on' after all; and don't fancy that because we are away here in the wilderness (which blossoms as a rose, to one of us at least) we may not be full of affectionate thoughts and feelings towards you in your different sort of life in London. Cited from The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Vol. II (of 2), ed. by Kenyon