Fixing

Examples

• You have a dancing face, Brummell quietly observed, fixing his eyes steadily on her countenance for a second or two, and then passing on. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• He said he had entreated her to favour him by maintaining her privilege of fixing the time for the marriage at her own will and pleasure. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• The Aztecs of Mexico and the Incas of Peru used the process of fixing two metals together by the action of heat, before making up. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• Here we made laws for ourselves, dividing our day, and fixing distinct occupations for each hour. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• They were in the ballroom, the violins were playing, and her mind was in a flutter that forbade its fixing on anything serious. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
• He paused, flushed by his diatribe, and fixing on her a look in which resentment was the ingredient she least disliked. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Let me see, said the Prince, who dare stop him, fixing his eye on Cedric, whose attitude intimated his intention to hurl the Jew down headlong. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• It was plain that he could have no serious views, no true attachment, by fixing himself in a situation which he must know she would never stoop to. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
• She turned back, fixing her plaintive eyes on Gerty. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• There was, however, no means of fixing such a picture, and in time the white parts would also turn black. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
• I wish I could, continued Fanny, fixing her clear, still lovely blue eyes on my face beseechingly. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• With a sudden darkening of the eye and austere fixing of the features she demanded, Have you been asked to interfere? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Becky continued, fixing on a killing bow. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• I know him, said Julia, after fixing him for some time. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Bob,' said Mr. Ben Allen, laying down his knife and fork, and fixing his eyes on the visage of his friend, 'Bob, I'll tell you what it is. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.

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