Trickled

Examples

• Absolute exhaustion--possibly mere hunger and fatigue, said I, with my finger on the thready pulse, where the stream of life trickled thin and small. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• A stream of water trickled ceaselessly over the hideous face. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Nothing fell upon the ground but a few particles of froth, which slowly detached themselves from the rim, and trickled lazily down. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• One edition of jelly was trickled from pot to pot, another lay upon the floor, and a third was burning gaily on the stove. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Saint Mary Axe,' Fledgeby put in, as he wiped away the tears that trickled from his eyes, so rare was his enjoyment of his secret joke. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Yes, Mas'r, said Tom, putting up his hand, to wipe the blood, that trickled down his face. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• It is not necessary for you to tell me again, said Rosamond, in a voice that fell and trickled like cold water-drops. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• The arch, Gudrun knew, had walls of squared stone, mossy on one side with water that trickled down, dry on the other side. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Eustacia said, while scalding tears trickled from her eyes. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• I tried to eat my parting breakfast, but my tears dropped upon my bread-and-butter, and trickled into my tea. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• The steam-engines shone with it, the dresses of the Hands were soiled with it, the mills throughout their many stories oozed and trickled it. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• Following the path backwards, we picked out another spot, where a spring trickled across it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Only a few brown drops trickled out. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Thousands of gallons of water were brought in tanks from neighboring cities, and were emptied into the empty reservoir from whence it trickled slowly through the city mains. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
• And his eyes filled with tears, which trickled down his furrowed old face. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Soon a rill of clear oil trickled from the carcases, whereupon Clym dipped the corner of his handkerchief into the liquid and anointed the wound. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.

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