Knuckles
[nʌklz]
Examples
- Thank you, Dobbin, he said, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, I was just--just telling her I would. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Howbeit, Twemlow doth at length invest himself with collar and cravat and wristbands to his knuckles, and goeth forth to breakfast. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- So he came down reluctantly, snow-burned, snow-estranged, to the house in the hollow, between the knuckles of the mountain tops. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- On the stairs I encountered Wemmick, who was coming down, after an unsuccessful application of his knuckles to my door. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- I sat up in bed and rapped my knuckles against the rail to make certain that I was truly awake. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- Mr. Micawber, with a perfect miracle of dexterity or luck, caught his advancing knuckles with the ruler, and disabled his right hand. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- He flew at me with his knife, and I had to grasp him twice, and got a cut over the knuckles, before I had the upper hand of him. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- He sent a man before to show me, who went up some bare stairs, and knocked with his knuckles at a door, and left us. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- A-sparkling all over here, says Jo, rubbing the fingers of his left hand on the knuckles of his right without taking his eyes from the figure. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- They say he could chalk his billiard-cue with his knuckles. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Just feel of my knuckles, now; look at my fiSt. Tell ye, sir, the flesh on 't has come jest like a stone, practising on nigger--feel on it. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Stumbling against a door on the landing, he rapped at it with his knuckles. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- I warn't listening, Miss Flite, he said, I was going to give a rap with my knuckles, only you're so quick! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- After making the tour of the yard, Little Dorrit's lover with a hurried heart went up-stairs, and knocked with his knuckles at the Father's door. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- He held out his hand, and I saw in the light of the lamp that two of his knuckles were burst and bleeding. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
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