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Inevitable

Harry Conquest

Created on October 28, 2025

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something that is certain to happen and cannot be avoided.

Inevitable

Adjective

It was inevitable that I, too, should fall in love with engines and cars. Don’t forget that even before I could walk, the workshop had been my play-room...

to really want something that is hard to get

To yearn

Adjective

‘Six miles and a half,’ my father said. ‘I know I shouldn’t have gone and I’m very, very sorry about it, but I had such a powerful yearning…’ His voice trailed away into nothingness.

very shocked or filled with horror

Aghast

Adjective

‘You mean stealing them?’ I said, aghast. ‘We don’t look at it that way,’ my father said. ‘Poaching is an art. A great poacher is a great artist.’

to smile or speak in a mean, mocking way.

To sneer

Adjective

But it’s the way he looks at me that is so infuriating. There is a sneer under his nose and a smug little smirk around his mouth

to think deeply and unhappily about something.

To brood

Adjective

A change had come over him. It wasn’t a big change, but it was enough to make me certain that something was worrying him quite a lot. He would brood a good deal, and there would be silences between us, especially at supper-time.

New Vocabulary

to really want something that is hard to get

something that is certain to happen and cannot be avoided.
to smile or speak in a mean, mocking way.

To yearn

to think deeply and unhappily about something.
very shocked or filled with horror

To sneer

To brood

Aghast

Inevitable

Adjective
Adjective
Adjective
Adjective
Adjective

‘Six miles and a half,’ my father said. ‘I know I shouldn’t have gone and I’m very, very sorry about it, but I had such a powerful yearning…’ His voice trailed away into nothingness.

‘You mean stealing them?’ I said, aghast. ‘We don’t look at it that way,’ my father said. ‘Poaching is an art. A great poacher is a great artist.’

A change had come over him. It wasn’t a big change, but it was enough to make me certain that something was worrying him quite a lot. He would brood a good deal, and there would be silences between us, especially at supper-time.

It was inevitable that I, too, should fall in love with engines and cars. Don’t forget that even before I could walk, the workshop had been my play-room...

But it’s the way he looks at me that is so infuriating. There is a sneer under his nose and a smug little smirk around his mouth