Drifting

Examples

• It is the drifting icebergs setting with any current anywhere, that wreck the ships. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• Drifting after a time from Louisville, Edison made his way as far north as Detroit, but, like the famous Duke of York, soon made his way back again. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• And Jo felt as if during that fortnight her sister had grown up amazingly, and was drifting away from her into a world where she could not follow. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Why not be casual, drifting along, taking all for what it was worth? D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• We could hear the men working on the broken propellers, and from the port-hole we could see that the vessel was drifting lazily toward the south. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• He drifted, as on a wind, veered, and went drifting away. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Following the current with her eyes, she saw a bloody face turned up towards the moon, and drifting away. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• During that memorable month I basked in the happiness of being for once in my life drifting with the tide of a great popular movement. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• She was one of life's outcasts, one of the drifting lives that have no root. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Lying on the flat of his back like a drifting old dead flounder, here's your old Bill Barley, bless your eyes. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• The little flotilla was drifting into the light, a company of white specks in the distance. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Oh, thanks, she stammered; and at that moment her eye caught a hansom drifting down Madison Avenue, and she hailed it with a desperate gesture. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• By the time she had been hailed and stopped, both steamers were drifting away from us, and we were rising and falling in a troubled wake of water. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• I still saw the snow drifting in; but nothing else was there. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Drifting towards the shrubbery, some time later, there I met Mr. Franklin. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Mr. Franklin's letter I sent to him in the library--into which refuge his driftings had now taken him for the second time. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.

Edited by Lizzie