unreproaching

I armed her against the censures of the world, shewed her that books were sweet unreproaching companions to the miserable, and that if they could not bring us to enjoy life, they would at least teach us to endure it.

The Vicar of Wakefield 2004

She would go back, back to the shelter of his love which had been waiting for her all the time, unswerving and unreproaching.

The Splendid Folly Margaret Pedler

Seated on a chair against the window, with her arm on the windowsill she was looking blankly at the flowing river, swift with the backward-rushing tide, struggling to see still the sweet face in its unreproaching sadness, that seemed now from moment to moment to sink away and be hidden behind a form that thrust itself between, and made darkness.

IV. Maggie and Lucy. Book VII—The Final Rescue 1917

I had sworn to her eternal fidelity—she had a right to my whole heart—to divide my affections was to lessen them—to expose them, was to risk them: where there is risk, there may be loss—and what wilt thou have, Yorick! to answer to a heart so full of trust and confidence—so good, so gentle, and unreproaching!

28. Amiens 1917

I felt, in reading your unreproaching letter to her, as self-reproachful as anybody could with a great deal of innocence (in the way of the world) to fall back upon.

The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1 of 2) 1907

So spake the wounded boy, on me while turned his unreproaching face.

National Epics Kate Milner Rabb 1901

I felt, in reading your unreproaching letter to her, as self-reproachful as anybody could with a great deal of innocence (in the way of the world) to fall back upon.

The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning Kenyon, Frederic G 1898

Travel upon the continent with friends, occasional visits to the old family house in England, long sojourns in this or the other city -- such had been her life, quiet, sweet, reproachless and unreproaching.

The Mississippi Bubble Emerson Hough 1890

But these words often came back to Eric's mind in later and less happy days -- days when that gentle hand could no longer rest lovingly on his head -- when those mild blue eyes were dim with tears, and the poor boy, changed in heart and life, often flung himself down with an unreproaching conscience to prayer-less sleep.

Eric, or Little by Little 1867

Seated on a chair against the window, with her arm on the windowsill she was looking blankly at the flowing river, swift with the backward-rushing tide, struggling to see still the sweet face in its unreproaching sadness, that seemed now from moment to moment to sink away and be hidden behind a form that thrust itself between, and made darkness.

The Mill on the Floss George Eliot 1849