Writhed
[raɪðd]
Definition
(imp.) of Writhe
(p. p.) of Writhe
Edited by Eva
Examples
- They writhed her regal face to a demoniac mask. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- And Hermione came near, and her bosom writhed, and Ursula was for a moment blank with panic. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- There was the huge famished brute, its black muzzle buried in Rucastle's throat, while he writhed and screamed upon the ground. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- He writhed, fumed, shifted his seat, and the beating of his heart was almost audible. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- But Hermione writhed in her soul, knowing what she could not know. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- A screaming, gibbering maniac writhed in my grasp. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- The wounded man writhed and shrieked upon the ground. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- But when her aunt reluctantly proposed a few days' delay to Margaret, the latter writhed her body as if in acute suffering, and said: 'Oh! Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- She left the room as she spoke, her features writhed into a sort of sneering laugh, which made them seem even more hideous than their habitual frown. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- She writhed as one who is in terrible pain, and her limbs were dreadfully convulsed. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- Caliphronas made a dart at Crispin with uplifted hand, but Maurice sprang up and caught him in his arms, where he writhed like an eel. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- But Rawdon Crawley springing out, seized him by the neckcloth, until Steyne, almost strangled, writhed and bent under his arm. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- His eyes rolled upwards, his features writhed in agony, and with a suppressed groan he dropped on his face upon the ground. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- Still I did not answer, and still I writhed myself from his grasp: for I was still incredulous. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- As he ran he jerked his hands up and down, waggled his head, and writhed his face into the most extraordinary contortions. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- And he writhed under the imprisonment. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- I writhed under his words, yet dared not exhibit the pain I felt. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
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