Winked
[wiŋkt]
Definition
(imp. & p. p.) of Wink
Edited by Gertrude
Examples
- He looked at Maria standing holding the bottle and winked at her, tears coming from both eyes. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Mr. Driver winked again. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Here Raffles again winked slowly. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- On each of these occasions the patient winced and winked. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- I winked to show I meant that in joke. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Mr. Pumblechook winked assent; from which I at once inferred that he had never seen Miss Havisham, for she was nothing of the kind. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- The gypsy winked at Robert Jordan and went on whittling. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- So she winked hard, shook her head, and said gruffly because Amy was listening, It was an abominable thing, and she doesn't deserve to be forgiven. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Miss Mowcher winked assent. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Here Mr. Raffles winked slowly as he looked at Mr. Bulstrode. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Catherine winked at me, her face gray. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- As Mr. Weller said this, he slowly recovered his former position, and winked at his first-born, in a profound manner. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- I winked hard at Mr. Candy across the table. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Perhaps if I had smiled or winked in ordering the tea, it would have been beer. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- But whether he did or not, the world believes that he somehow or other poisoned the man and that I winked at the crime, if I didn't help in it. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Agustín asked him and winked at Robert Jordan. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- I would injure no man if I could help it, said Caleb; even if I thought God winked at it. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
Edited by Gertrude