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He had missed it a lot last year — all those months, mostly hot — touring the world with Fleur from one unhomelike place to another.

Swan Song 2004

The lounge was an unhomelike room, with coco-nut matting on the floor, and wicker chairs and tables which were littered with shiny illustrated papers.

Burmese Days 2002

All that is unhomelike in the future, and whatever maketh strayed birds shiver, is verily more homelike and familiar than your “reality.”

Thus spake Zarathustra; A book for all and none 2001

Her quick wit and keen repartee has served to brighten up many an hour otherwise dull and unhomelike in our little circle of workers, gathered in our quarters off duty.

Woman's Work in the Civil War A Record of Heroism, Patriotism, and Patience Mary C. Vaughan

Rogers did not, to speak candidly, find her landlady a congenial spirit, and only remained upon her premises because being there was a lesser evil than living in that most unhomelike of all places, a boarding-house.

Wired Love A Romance of Dots and Dashes Ella Cheever Thayer

Wood-work dingy, unpainted, gashed, scratched; windows dingy and dim; walls dingy and gray and smoked; everything unhomelike, unattractive, narrow, and rickety.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 70, August, 1863 Various

The snuffy apartment, the unhomelike livingroom -- dust and books its only furniture -- the unbelievable kitchen, looking like a pictured warning to housewives, were only guffaws before the final buffoonery of discovering the J S Francis who'd inserted that promising ad to be Josephine Spencer

Greener Than You Think Ward Moore 1940

The people themselves feel this, and it is this feeling that they are rationalizing when they complain that their new housesso much better, as houses, than those they have come out ofare cold and uncomfortable and ‘unhomelike’.

The Road to Wigan Pier 1937

A lamp burned in the kitchen, showing a dirty brick floor and a littered table -- such a house as men keep, untidy and unhomelike.

The Amazing Interlude Mary Roberts Rinehart 1917

In her girlhood the sound of the horn had called to her blood with all the intoxicating associations it awoke in the raw-boned, energetic rider in the plum-coloured coat -- but to-day both the horn and the familiar landscape around her had grown strange and unhomelike.

Virginia Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow 1909