Crept

Examples

• The springs of my life fell low, and the shuddering of an unutterable dread crept over me from head to foot. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• At length he summoned me by a low, S-s-t, and I crept toward the sound of his voice to find him kneeling on the brink of an opening in the floor. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• Jo started up, revived the blaze, and crept to the bedside, hoping Beth slept. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• An instant later steps crept down the passage--steps which were meant to be silent, but which reverberated harshly through the empty house. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Can it be a wandering dog that has come in from the street and crept and nestled hither? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• She crept to her couch, chill and dejected. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• He crept closer through the trees until he was quite close above them. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• He crept along again, and the turves upon his back crept with him. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• Peepy had scaled his crib, and crept down in his bed-gown and cap, and was so cold that his teeth were chattering as if he had cut them all. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• She put her needless candle in the shadow at a distance, crept up to his bed, and put her lips to his; then, leaned over him, and looked at him. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• I had risen up in bed, I bent forward: first surprise, then bewilderment, came over me; and then my blood crept cold through my veins. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• My hero whom I love and honour, you have crept into my room under cover of the night, and stolen my Diamond! Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• How,' thought Fagin, as he crept homeward, 'can I increase my influence with her? Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• With that, he crept away. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• The car crept slowly along, until he saw the post-office. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• The sailor's hand crept slyly to the butt of one of his revolvers; his wicked eyes glared vengefully at the retreating form of the young Englishman. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• When the voices died into silence, she rose and crept stealthily away. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Mr. Mell having left me while he took his irreparable boots upstairs, I went softly to the upper end of the room, observing all this as I crept along. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Some of our earliest tests showed around 300, but as we improved the material, they gradually crept up to over 500. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• The poor animal recognised me, licked my hand, crept close to its lord, and died. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• The old man slipped from rock to rock until he crept up and lay down flat beside the gun. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• And just below bridge, as we were sculling home, Riderhood crept out of the dark in his boat. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Together we stole down to the road and crept across to the door of the inn. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Beth ate no more, but crept away to sit in her shadowy corner and brood over the delight to come, till the others were ready. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• From a diverging tunnel a sinuous, tawny form crept stealthily toward us. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• Five barges of clay had been dumped in the river over this point to make a roof for the tunnel, but the fluid clay could not be controlled, and crept through the doors of the shield. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• He stood for an instant, and then he crept forward, crouching, menacing, into the room. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Just about that time Edison made a trip to Canada, and when he came back we had made such good progress that the figures had crept up to about 1000. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• She never crept into my heart or influenced its pulse; and for this good reason, no doubt, because I had not the secret of making her love me. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• He instantly left the bush and crept forward on his hands and knees. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.

Edited by Jason