Resuming

Examples

• I should very much like to go,' said Mr. Tupman, resuming the subject of the ball, 'very much. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• She was resuming, 'Have you nothing--' when he stopped her. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Resuming his usual gravity, he went on: I received by this evening's post a note from the Home Secretary in answer to mine. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• He was now resuming his strength, and making strange head against Mrs. Horsfall. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Well (resuming her former tone), don't squeeze your fingers quite into my hand. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Mr. Guppy, refolding his arms, resettles himself against the parapet, as resuming a conversation of interest. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• He stopped in the act of swinging himself out of his saddle, and, resuming it as his safest place, said: Emigrant, my friends! Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• In short, you see, said he, suddenly resuming his gay tone, all I want is that different things be kept in different boxes. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• You are,' continued Mr. Pickwick, resuming the thread of his discourse- -'you are a well-matched pair of mean, rascally, pettifogging robbers. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I will stay here, Stephen,' said Rachael, quietly resuming her seat, 'till the bells go Three. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• I've got a gang of boys, sir, said the long man, resuming his attack on the fire-irons, and I jest tells 'em--'Boys,' says I,--'_run_ now! Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Then Gudrun asked, in a voice that was quite cool and casual, as if resuming a casual conversation: 'Was the girl a model? D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Then resuming his encouragement, he pursued aloud: Worn out, Mr. Gridley? Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Yes, those were grand days in Bolivia, he said, resuming his seat, after an outburst of stormy passion, as old memories awoke in his brain. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• It does relate to him, and I will tell you directly; (resuming her work, and seeming resolved against looking up. Jane Austen. Emma.
• Madame Olenska rose, wound it up and returned to the fire, but without resuming her seat. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• And yet, said the Friar, resuming his demure hypocritical countenance, I know not what penance I ought to perform for that most sacrilegious blow! Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• I hope he does, replied Mr. Knightley coolly, and resuming the letter. Jane Austen. Emma.
• I believe, returned my guardian, resuming his uneasy walk, that there is not such another child on earth as yourself. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• I felt the difficulty of resuming the subject, but had not got to the bottom of it yet, and must get to the bottom somehow. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• He hesitated, and said, 'Very true, sir;' and again, 'Very true, sir,' before resuming the thread of his discourse. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• The talk went on below me, the Count resuming it this time. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• This business-like obstacle surmounted, he then stipulated that before resuming with you I should look over the books and form my own opinion. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• If the heat is removed, the liquid cools, contracts, and slowly falls in the tube, resuming in time its original size or volume. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
• Be under no apprehension, Miss Manette, of my ever resuming this conversation by so much as a passing word. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• Now, Wemmick, said the latter then, resuming his usual manner, what item was it you were at when Mr. Pip came in? Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Pardon me, no, replied the Count seriously, resuming his seat. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• That's business, said Mr. Lorry, resuming on the shortest notice his methodical manners; and if business is to be done, I had better do it. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• But, she added, resuming her icy manner in a moment, I have no secrets from my husband even in trifles. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Becky asked, resuming as much of her dignity as she could muster, and not a little agitated by hope and expectation. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.

Editor: Verna