Besought

Examples

• Her silence besought an explanation of him more loudly than words. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• That worthy lady being unable to obtain one, and being steadfastly denied admission, Mr Meagles besought Arthur to essay once more what he could do. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• I besought her to look up. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Again, stepping nearer, he besought her with another tremulous eager call upon her name. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• He besought Monseigneur not to enrage himself. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• If it could not be done with Mr. Mills's sanction and concurrence, I besought a clandestine interview in the back kitchen where the Mangle was. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• As if I had besought them as a favor to bother my life out. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Miss Podsnap blushingly besought her. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• The confiding young man besought him to state his case. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• She could not go on, although Rebecca, with the smallest inflection of sarcasm in her voice, besought her to continue that charming story. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• She besought her brother with tears to conduct her thither. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• In the best French which he could muster, and which was in sooth of a very ungrammatical sort, Jos besought the hussar to tell his tale. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• There were tears in his eyes, and she besought him to close them. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• She besought, she entreated Jos to go. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Word was brought to Count Leonardo that a company of mountebanks besought his hospitality. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• But sympathy won the day, and he besought her not to expose herself: he always connected the outer air with ideas of exposure. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• I besought her to calm herself; a kindly shower of tears relieved her, and by degrees she related her tale of fear and peril. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.

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