Checked

Examples

• She would have spoken to tell her husband her fears, but checked herself. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• But here also I am checked. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• Therefore I checked myself, and made my meaning plainer. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• It was as if the eager current of her being had been checked by a sudden obstacle which drove it back upon itself. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• He had checked off each bridge in its turn, with the handle of his safe-key on the palm of his hand. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• About the middle of the letter I heard--what checked my pen--a tread in the vestibule. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• His lips parted, as if to speak: but he checked the coming sentence, whatever it was. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• That is,' the consideration checked him, 'till I have said all I mean to say, and then I don't care how soon we stop. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• She checked me, however, as I was about to depart from her--so frozen as I was! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Some invincible repugnance to speak of such things to the strange foreign woman had checked the words on his lips. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• I was beginning to remind her that to-day was Wednesday, when she checked me with her former impatient movement of the fingers of her right hand. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• I'll see you--' Mr. Weller hastily checked himself, and added in a low tone, 'furder fust. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• The presence of the more resolute friend checked it, however; and she was the better of this control and company. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Something thoughtfully apprehensive in the large, soft eyes, had checked Little Dorrit in an instant. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• She stretched out hers, as if she would have touched him; then checked herself, and remained still. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• But soon she checked herself, dried her eyes, and went out at the glass door into the shrubbery. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Yet, even then, I have checked thick-coming fears with one thought; I would not fear death, for the emotions that linked us must be immortal. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• One would be startled to see him with a bright tie, a loud checked suit, or a fancy waistcoat, and yet there is a curious sense of fastidiousness about the plain things he delights in. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• Will had gone further than he intended, and checked himself. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• The pace was suddenly checked, and, with much splashing and floundering, a man's voice called from the mist, Is that the Dover mail? Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• The trust is not checked, but it is perverted. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
• Awful crimes, no doubt; but he did not tell me what: there, you knowthe seal of the confessional checked his garrulity, and my curiosity. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Earth was past,--and earthly pain; but so solemn, so mysterious, was the triumphant brightness of that face, that it checked even the sobs of sorrow. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Something in that dying scene had checked the natural fierceness of youthful passion. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• She tried to disperse them, but they refused to be checked--her utterance was choaked. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• His lips moved; he half checked the impulse to speak. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• What right have such men to represent Christianity--as if it were an institution for getting up idiots genteelly--as if-- Mary checked herself. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Here the little man indulged in a convulsion of mirth, which was only checked by the entrance of a third party. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• A bramble caught hold of her skirt, and checked her progress. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• She flushed to her temples, but the extremity of her need checked the retort on her lip and she continued to face him composedly. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.

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