Breathed

Examples

• Mr. Pickwick returned the glare, concentrated into a focus by means of his spectacles, and breathed a bold defiance. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• He breathed a sigh of relief as he drew out the little tin box, and, opening it, found his greatest treasures undisturbed. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• The atmosphere of the room was so different from any he had ever breathed that self-consciousness vanished in the sense of adventure. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• She almost knew it was False Hope which breathed the whisper, and yet she listened. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Until this morning I have never breathed one word to my wife upon this matter. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Those few warm words, though only warm with anger, breathed on that frail frost-work of reserve; about this time, it gave note of dissolution. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• If one had habitually breathed the New York air there were times when anything less crystalline seemed stifling. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• He sat by her, he took her hand, and said a thousand things which breathed the deepest spirit of compassion and affection. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• Wildeve stood, and stood longer, and breathed perplexedly, and then said to himself with resignation, Yes--by Heaven, I must go to her, I suppose! Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• Little more than a year had passed since she breathed that wish; and how inscrutably, how awfully, it had been fulfilled! Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• She roared as she breathed, her nostrils were two wide, hot holes, her mouth was apart, her eyes frenzied. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• When St. Clare breathed his last, terror and consternation took hold of all his household. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• They would have persuaded me I was in purgatory, but I knew too well the pursy short-breathed voice of the Father Abbot. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• She placed her hand to her forehead and breathed heavily; and then her rich, romantic lips parted under that homely impulse--a yawn. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• She held the rubber tight to her face and breathed fast. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• The old word of creation is, that God breathed into the clay the breath of life. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
• The truth rushed on her; and how she could have spoken at all, how she could even have breathed, was afterwards matter of wonder to herself. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
• In the new world of invention mind has breathed into matter, and a new and expanding creation unfolds itself. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
• Never had I breathed, and never would I breathe--or so I resolved--a word of Estella to Provis. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• The air came into his lungs sharp and cold as he breathed. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• Why, a more amiable gentleman never breathed. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• She dropped the blind, and I breathed again freely. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• He was also hotter than at first, and breathed harder. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• She breathed an earnest prayer to die speedily, for there was no relief but death. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• As they passed by I breathed a sigh of relief. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• She turned the wick down, lifted off the globe, and breathed on the sulky flame. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• No power on earth could tempt him, or should ever induce him, while he breathed, to even bestow a single kiss on any woman's lips but mine, &c. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Eliza lived and breathed but to serve, oblige and benefit others, and yet she was afraid of God our Father who is in heaven. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• She breathed a prayer for him, Mr Boffin; A prayer he coold not hear. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• When he breathed his vows to her, as he had done to a hundred before her, she flattered herself that she alone had touched his heart. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

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