Dorothea
[,dɔrə'θiə]
Examples
- Dorothea by this time had turned cold again, and now threw herself back helplessly in her chair. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone, half caressing, half explanatory. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- As Celia bent over the paper, Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Of course I submitted to him, because it was my duty; it was my feeling for him, said Dorothea, looking through the prism of her tears. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Well, you know, Chettam, said Mr. Brooke, good-humoredly, nursing his leg, I can't turn my back on Dorothea. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Dorothea shuddered slightly. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- If Dorothea had kept near her uncle, there would have been some chance, said Sir James. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- So Dorothea had waited. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- We will, if you please, say no more on this subject, Dorothea. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Thank you, uncle, said Dorothea, in a clear unwavering tone. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Dorothea was hurt by this movement following up the previous anger of his tone. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It was the day after Mr. Casaubon had been buried, and Dorothea was not yet able to leave her room. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It is a peculiar face, said Dorothea, looking closely. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Dorothea set earnestly to work, bending close to her map, and uttering the names in an audible, subdued tone, which often got into a chime. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I don't doubt you any longer, said Dorothea, putting out her hand; a vague fear for him impelling her unutterable affection. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I beg you will not refer to this again, said Dorothea, rather haughtily. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It was the tortoise-shell lozenge-box, and Dorothea felt the color mounting to her cheeks. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Already the knowledge that Dorothea had chosen Mr. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- They were parted all the same, but--Dorothea drew a deep breath and felt her strength return--she could think of him unrestrainedly. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The way in which Mr. Casaubon put the case was this:--In marrying Dorothea Brooke I had to care for her well-being in case of my death. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Then he said, looking at Dorothea. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Such being the bent of Celia's heart, it was inevitable that Sir James should consent to a reconciliation with Dorothea and her husband. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- There was something horrible to Dorothea in the sensation which this unresponsive hardness inflicted on her. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I wanted to see you, said Dorothea, having no other words at command. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong, and Celia pardoned her. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It would not suit all--not you, dear, for example, said Dorothea, quietly. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I am very glad to hear it, said Dorothea, laughing out her words in a bird-like modulation, and looking at Will with playful gratitude in her eyes. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Celia had become less afraid of saying things to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I fear that the excitement may be too great for you, said Dorothea, remembering Lydgate's cautions. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
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