A Hindi name make it rude, rustic and more importantly real.

At these words the rustic let go the lancet case he was twisting between his fingers.

The arbour was an arch in the wall, lined with ivy it contained a rustic seat.

I don't want to hurt you, but if you behave like a frantic rustic, I must.

The mechanism of this apparatus was as simple as those used in the rustic sawmills of Norway.

Few of these were armed otherwise than with such rustic weapons as necessity sometimes converts to military purposes.

They could not be the daughters of the elderly person at the table for she looked like a rustic, and they were all delicacy and cultivation.

In spite of the light brown dustcoat and leather leggings which he wore in deference to his rustic surroundings, I had no difficulty in recognising Lestrade, of Scotland Yard.

I had long felt with pleasure that many of my rustic scholars liked me, and when we parted, that consciousness was confirmed they manifested their affection plainly and strongly.

Cato says, the master of a family (patremfamilias) must have in his rustic villa cellam oleariam, vinariam, dolia multa, uti lubeat caritatem expectare, et rei, et virtuti, et gloriae erit, that is,

At a little distance on the right hand, a fountain of the purest water trickled out of the rock, and was received in a hollow stone, which labour had formed into a rustic basin.

The human figures which completed this landscape, were in number two, partaking, in their dress and appearance, of that wild and rustic character, which belonged to the woodlands of the West Riding of Yorkshire at that early period.

When the Tartar returned with a bill for twenty six roubles odd, Levin quite unconcernedly paid his share which with the tip came to fourteen roubles, a sum that usually would have horrified his rustic conscience, and went home to dress and go on to the Shcherbatskys' where his fate was to be decided.

Anything more exquisite than her appearance, in her purple habit, with her Amazon's cap of black velvet placed gracefully above the long curls that kissed her cheek and floated to her shoulders, can scarcely be imagined and it was thus she would enter the rustic building, and glide through the dazzled ranks of the village children.

She was, however, only an untrained Yorkshire rustic who had been brought up in a moorland cottage with a swarm of little brothers and sisters who had never dreamed of doing anything but waiting on themselves and on the younger ones who were either babies in arms or just learning to totter about and tumble over things.

Forthwith everyone all down the street, the sweetstuff seller, cocoanut shy proprietor and his assistant, the swing man, little boys and girls, rustic dandies, smart wenches, smocked elders and aproned gipsies began running towards the inn, and in a miraculously short space of time a crowd of perhaps forty people, and rapidly increasing, swayed and hooted and inquired and exclaimed and suggested, in front of Mrs. Hall's establishment.