Crouching

Examples

• A little further on, I passed the boy crouching for shelter under the lee of the sand hills. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Those two men might still be crouching in the doorway, but I could no longer see them. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• It was amazing through how many hours at a time she would remain beside him, in a crouching attitude, attentive to his slightest moan. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• He did not like this crouching, this radiance--not altogether. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Now, in groping my way down the black staircase I fell over something, and that something was a man crouching in a corner. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Hush,' said Sam, swinging himself on to the wall, and crouching there in as small a compass as he could reduce himself to, 'only me, miss, only me. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• And suddenly the rabbit, which had been crouching as if it were a flower, so still and soft, suddenly burst into life. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Loerke, meanwhile, was crouching and glancing up from under his ducked head. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Death on the cards, love in the stars, and the muttered prophecies of crouching hags, terrified at the omen of flying bat, of shrieking night-bird. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• A man was crouching at the window. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• He too rose slowly and went to the water's edge, where, crouching, he began to amuse himself unconsciously. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• So low she was crouching now that she seemed flattened to the earth except for the upward bend of the glossy back as it gathered for the spring. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• There was a sharp twang as of a broken banjo-string, and at the same instant an arrow appeared in the yellow hide of the crouching lion. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• He stood for an instant, and then he crept forward, crouching, menacing, into the room. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• He had been crouching for a spring at the moment when his master caught him. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.

Edited by Dorothy