Eagerness

Examples

• He looked kind and benign: he came in with eagerness; he was close to me in one second; he was all amity. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• When the nobleman and his secretary had left, my friend flung himself at once with characteristic eagerness into the investigation. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• His anxiety, his eagerness, and affliction at this pass are pitiable to behold. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Oh, no; certainly not;' replied Mr. Winkle with so much eagerness, that Mr. Phunky ought to have got him out of the box with all possible dispatch. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• The same warmth of heart, the same eagerness of fancy and spirits. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
• He snatched it from her in his eagerness, and smoothing it out upon the table he drew over the lamp and examined it intently. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• It parts with its flexible responsiveness and alert eagerness for additional meaning. John Dewey. Democracy and Education.
• A sound of craving and eagerness that had nothing articulate in it but blood. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• They were both more accomplished and better read than I was; but with eagerness I followed in the path of knowledge they had trodden before me. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The Sergeant wishes to see Miss Verinder's sitting-room, says Mr. Seegrave, addressing me with great pomp and eagerness. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Had she shown an undue eagerness for victory? Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• My eagerness seemed to amuse--perhaps, I might rather say, to please him. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• And Mrs. Trenor, glowing with her sex's eagerness to smooth the course of true love, enveloped Lily in a long embrace. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• What sudden eagerness is this you evince? Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.

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