Brightening

Examples

• He had had a trying day, and wanted a little brightening. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• You acted as I should have expected you to act, said Dorothea, her face brightening and her head becoming a little more erect on its beautiful stem. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Oh, you did get a-talking about the trial,' said Serjeant Buzfuz, brightening up with the anticipation of some important discovery. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• But after all,' said Mr. Nupkins, brightening for a moment, after a long pause; 'after all, this is a mere statement. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• The morning star stood, with its solemn, holy eye of light, looking down on the man of sin, from out the brightening sky. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• You don't remember me, she continued, brightening with the pleasure of recognition, but I'd know you anywhere, I've thought of you such a lot. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• After some perplexed reflection, Sloppy answered, brightening, 'He called it something as wos wery long for spots. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• She had noted the slight, dry cough, the daily brightening cheek; nor could the lustre of the eye, and the airy buoyancy born of fever, deceive her. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• This isolated pile, or range of rocks, rose up black and heavy against the brightening sky, and seemed to promise shelter and concealment. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Necessity hath no law, thought I, my eyes brightening, and my determination being fixed in an instant. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• So he is,' said Mr. Pickwick, brightening up. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Just the wery thing, to be sure,' said Mr. Weller, brightening up; 'o' course you can, sir. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• And Jo's eyes went slowly round the room, brightening as they looked, for the prospect was a pleasant one. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Yes, indeed, said Dorothea, brightening. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Lily raised her head, brightening a little under the challenge. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.

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