Thanking
[θæŋkɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Thank
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Examples
- My resolution of thanking you for your kindness to Lydia had certainly great effect. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
 - The old lady is thanking him for his attention when she observes the comrades in waiting. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
 - Elizabeth took an opportunity of thanking her. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
 - If you give those names to my thanking you for your proposal and declining it, is it my fault, Mr Headstone? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
 - To devote my life to his happiness was to thank him poorly, and what had I wished for the other night but some new means of thanking him? Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
 - And he took it from her with a sort of quiet authority, to which she submitted passively, neither resisting him nor thanking him. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
 - Oh, never mind thanking. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
 - For which I have been thanking her. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
 - He looked at me as if I was a stranger, when I handed him the washing-book; and he was very specially polite in thanking me for bringing it. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
 - He finished by genially kissing my hand and thanking me. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
 - To have her haunting the Abbey, and thanking him all day long for his great kindness in marrying Jane? Jane Austen. Emma.
 - Mr. Weevle, thanking him, casts an eye about. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
 - Thanking you for your compliment: not much, Miss Abbey,' was Mr Inspector's rejoinder. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
 - I can no longer help thanking you for your unexampled kindness to my poor sister. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
 - It will please him very much, and be a nice way of thanking him. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
 - She merely replied by thanking him for his attention, and by promising to see him again when her doubts were satisfied. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
 - Hang thanking me--I don't want to be thanked, but I SHOULD like the chance to say two words to you now and then, he grumbled. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
 
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