Cruel-hearted

I thinke Crab my dog, be the ſowreſt natured dogge that liues: My Mother weeping: my Father wayling: my Siſter crying: our Maid howling: our Catte wringing her hands, and all our houſe in a great perplexitie, yet did not this cruell-hearted Curre ſhedde one teare: he is a ſtone, a very pibble ſtone, and has no more pitty in him then a dogge: […]

Leave hold of my hand. I’m not crying: / And if ever I were, John, what then? / Would my tears not prove you had acted / Like the cruelest-hearted of men?

Said he [William M. Stewart]: “John Sherman is the wickedest man ever born of woman, and Grover Cleveland is the coldest and cruelest-hearted human of this age. Sherman went to London in 1867 and deliberately sold the United States out to the Rothschilds, and has been their agent ever since. He is the brains of the Cleveland Administration, with Carlisle as the intermediary between him and the President.[…]”

Somewhere in the heart of the great Grimpen Mire, down in the foul slime of the huge morass which had sucked him in, this cold and cruel-hearted man is for ever buried.

Although he provided his wife with a tent for a home during the winter, and the mud floor was saoked^([sic]) most of the time, yet the cruelest-hearted man in Wayne county censured his wife because she did not keep their abade in good condition.

Mothers descended en masse on the school, beseeching Mr. Elly to release their boys from peril. “I told them that their boys were free to leave, but that an unexcused absence would be marked against them. They called me the cruelest-hearted man they had ever known.”

She's cruel-hearted, Judith. Every chance she gets, she makes horrid remarks about the pain I'm going to have to endure.