Remembered

Examples

• Then I remembered all at once that I had not said my prayers that morning. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• And it must be remembered that this poor lady had never met a gentleman in her life until this present moment. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• I remembered the furtive hatred in her face when she said, There is no news of Sir Percival that I don't expect--except the news of his death. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I did not remember, at the moment when I wrote last, that you knew them both; but I remembered it afterwards, and it helped me on. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• I heard one of the young men tell another that he knew I'd been an actress, in fact, he thought he remembered seeing me at one of the minor theaters. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• But he remembered his dinner-hour, and used to cry if his wine-and-water was not strong enough. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• I had my own reasons for being dismayed at this apparition; too well I remembered the perfidious hints given by Mrs. Reed about my disposition, &c. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The other was as certainly Georgiana: but not the Georgiana I remembered--the slim and fairy-like girl of eleven. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Towards sunset that evening I stood again on the well-remembered terrace, and looked once more at the peaceful old country house. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• But it is not by these industries that he is now remembered. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• But every pulse beat in him as he remembered how she had come down and placed herself in foremost danger,--could it be to save him? Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• Caroline evidently remembered with clearness what had happened. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• I remembered the ancient fables, in which human beings are described as dissolving away through weeping into ever-gushing fountains. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• Mr Venus knowingly cocked his shock of hair, as rather thinking Mr Wegg had remembered himself, in respect of appearing without any disguise. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• I remembered what I used to do myself. Jane Austen. Emma.
• This daughter of Heaven remembered me to-night; she saw me weep, and she came with comfort: Sleep, she said. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• When I saw the great size of the seeds of that fine water-lily, the Nelumbium, and remembered Alph. Charles Darwin. On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection.
• He remembered a dead stallion he had seen: a dead mass of maleness, repugnant. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• I remembered the place perfectly--we had often passed by it in our drives. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• But, one morning long afterwards to be remembered, it was black midnight with the Golden Dustman when he first appeared. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• The time came when he remembered it well, long afterwards, within those prison walls; within that very room. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• I replied that I remembered to have seen him once before. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• She remembered the old pew-woman and clerk. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• I well remembered all; language, glance, and tone seemed at the moment vividly renewed. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Those who remembered the Captain his father, declared Master George was his Pa, every inch of him. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• While he was speaking, I was looking at him, and trying to see something of the boy I remembered, in the man before me. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• She is well, and begs to be dutifully remembered to you and her mother. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
• Birkin remembered a rabbit which he had once found frozen like a board on the snow. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Mr Pancks rose into new distinction in virtue of being specially remembered in the letter. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• I remembered Adam's supplication to his Creator; but where was mine? Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.

Checked by Annabelle