Reddening
[rednɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Redden
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Examples
- I felt myself reddening with indignation. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Certainly, answered Miss Eliza Higgins, reddening. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Especially in your elevated station of society, miss, says Mr. Bucket, quite reddening at another narrow escape from my dear. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- I should be very happy, I'm sure,' said Mr. Winkle, reddening; 'but I have no skates. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- I have a good position--the chance of a better,' continued he, reddening like a girl. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- I could not, said Wildeve, reddening slightly. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Riviere had succeeded in imposing himself: Archer, reddening slightly, dropped into his chair again, and signed to the young man to be seated. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- You are mistaken, said I, reddening. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Certainly, I will promise you, said Will, reddening however. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It's not fair to abuse my confidence,' I answered, reddening at the recollection of my blue enslaver. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- I rode out to-day, replied Fanny, reddening, with a very respectable man of large fortune. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- I did not say that of myself, answered Dorothea, reddening. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I never thought of anything of that kind,' said Margaret, reddening, and looking hurt and offended. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- I will not give you any encouragement, said Mary, reddening. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Robert Jordan felt his face reddening. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- If you really wish it, said his lordship, reddening. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- His once more reddening through his brown and being disconcerted by his efforts to remember the association brought my guardian to his relief. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- It's not improbable, replied Crispin, reddening a trifle; but, after all, I am in good company, for Maurice is doubtless thinking of Helena. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- That is to say, you think me a bore, said Argyle, reddening with pique and disappointment. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
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