The good woman Xantippe is, to all appearance, one of those characters who are unfairly judged of by the world.
"I am going out for work," he said, as Xantippe opened her eyes.
Xantippe was there, talking to her child, and quietly bade him go away.
But Xantippe was too busy folding out the creases of her cloak to notice him.
Xantippe sat watching him anxiously, smoothly with nervous fingers the covering of her son's bed.
Cat-like, Xantippe had waited her opportunity and sprang away from his grasp.
Xantippe's life must have been one long misery, tied to that calmly irritating man, Socrates.
Xantippe moved toward the door, but Gregorio seized her by the throat.
His domestic life was not happy, his wife, Xantippe, being a noted shrew.
He hopped up, gathered a handful of rocks and made at his Xantippe.