Moaned

Examples

• Whereat Mr Twemlow leaned his innocent head upon his hand, and moaned a little moan of distress and disgrace. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• He bit his arm and moaned, Oh mama mia, mama Mia, then, Dio te salve, Maria. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• The carriage drove up; her father relieved Graham; but in the exchange from one bearer to another she was hurt, and moaned again. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Briggs seized it mechanically, gasped it down convulsively, moaned a little, and began to play with the chicken on her plate. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• The creature moaned feebly when I looked at it and called to it, but never stirred. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• The mother had moaned in her sleep and moved. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• I can't think--I can't think, she moaned, and leaned her head against the rattling side of the cab. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• He moaned so, and looked so weak, wild, and lost, I feared he was dying; and I might not even speak to him. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• I only moaned a trifle to keep the girls company. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• The girl moaned out some half intelligible reply, that she could not tell; and seemed, from the smothered noise that escaped her, to be crying. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• Before the door, were three tall poplar trees, which made it very dark within; and the wind moaned through them with a dismal wail. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• He faintly moaned, I am done for, as the victim, and he barbarously bellowed, I'll serve you out, as the murderer. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• To and fro he walked, while the flakes fell faster; and the wind, which at first had but moaned, pitifully howled. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Now that the speaker ceased, the little creature laid down her head again, and moaned, 'O me, O me, O me! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slipshod and in curl-papers all day. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• His breathing was hard and thick, and he moaned painfully as it came and went. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• He fell back upon his pillow and moaned aloud. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I know it,' moaned she, turning her head uneasily from side to side. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• Something gurgled and moaned. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Mercy-- moaned Mrs. Archer, evidently perceiving the uselessness of trying to ascribe the actions of foreigners to a sense of delicacy. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• I cried inwardly, as the night lingered and lingered--as my bleeding patient drooped, moaned, sickened: and neither day nor aid arrived. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.

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