Snatched
[snætʃt]
Definition
(imp. & p. p.) of Snatch
Editor: Philip
Examples
- He snatched his cap, and away for the wood. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- This idea pursued me, and tormented me at every moment from which I might otherwise have snatched repose and peace. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Some of his men had snatched a flag from the parapet of the fort, and others had taken a horse from the inside of the stockade. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
- Mr. Franklin snatched a morsel from the luncheon-table, and rode off to Frizinghall--to escort his cousins, as he told my lady. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- He snatched it from her in his eagerness, and smoothing it out upon the table he drew over the lamp and examined it intently. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- They crossed the Bosphorus and captured Nic?a, which Alexius snatched away from them before they could loot it. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- Neither baronet, nor duke, nor prince should have snatched my sweetheart from me without a struggle. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Samuel snatched up his hat and ran out of the house. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Even his hard-won invention seemed now about to be snatched from him. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
- He snatched one of them up, opened it, and burst out into a triumphant chuckle of laughter. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- I thought, between sleeping and waking, that it was still red hot, and I had snatched it out of the fire, and run him through the body. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- I snatched a light, and rushing up stairs, and hearing a groan, without reflection I threw open the door of the first room that presented itself. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- He asked, he urged, he claimed the boon of a brand snatched from the burning. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- This morning the pang of waking snatched me out of bed like a hand with a giant's gripe. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Mr. Pickwick snatched up his hat without speaking, and followed at once. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Quickly she snatched it from its hiding-place, and, leveling it full at the lioness's face, pulled the trigger. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- He snatched off the dark beard which had disguised him and threw it on the ground, disclosing a long, sallow, clean-shaven face below it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- The dropped note was snatched up eagerly, the seal was broken--it was read in two seconds. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- She snatched her hand off my shoulder, and suddenly pointed down to the quicksand. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- I snatched up a huge fragment of rock; it would have crushed my rash foe. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- He stared in amazement, and then snatched the paper from my hands. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- He snatched his crutch, and started up to go. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I should certainly have snatched my hand away, if the manner in which he gave his answer had not paralysed me with astonishment. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Wildeve snatched up the lantern and began anxiously prowling among the furze and fern. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Shirley snatched it up. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- To have my bit of comfort preternaturally snatched from me, ere I had well tasted its virtue! Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- She was too flurried to know me; and when I attempted to pat her head, she turned and snatched at my arm. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- He laid his hand on one of hers with a caressing gesture, upon which she let it remain, but snatched up a cornflower with the other. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- I did wrong: I would have sullied my innocent flower--breathed guilt on its purity: the Omnipotent snatched it from me. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Weren't they forced to hide everything belonging to 'em, for fear it should be snatched from 'em? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
Editor: Philip