Flushed

Examples

• His eyes shone, and his cheek was flushed with the exhilaration of the master workman who sees his work lie ready before him. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• There was a tear in each of Mrs. Bagnet's eyes, and her face was flushed and hurried. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Augustine's cheek flushed; but he only observed, with his usual sarcastic carelessness. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• At night they came back to the flat very late again, again flushed with drink. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• It's not her fault if everybody don't know it now, growled Trenor, flushed with the struggle of getting into his fur-lined coat. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Venn flushed through his stain. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• For an instant she sat up, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes blazing from under the terrible mark upon her brow. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Within the gates Lestrade met us, his face flushed with victory, his manner grossly triumphant. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Mrs Merdle laughed, and conveyed to Mr Dorrit an idea that the Bosom flushed--which was one of her best effects. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Her rich black hair was all about her face, her face was flushed and hot, and as she sobbed and raged, she plucked at her lips with an unsparing hand. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• She looked flushed and excited, and she came forward at once, and spoke to me before I could open my lips. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Yes, said Richard, flushed, and looking triumphantly at Ada and me, we don't do these things in the old slow way now. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• She came indoors with her face flushed, and her eyes still showing traces of her recent excitement. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• Poor Sloppy flushed too, for there was an instinctive delicacy behind his buttons, and his own hand had struck it. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• The boy's face flushed up, as it did usually when he was moved, and his eyes brightened. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• 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.
• My mother rose the moment he had done, with flushed cheeks and brightened eyes. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Lily flushed with the recollection of certain rainy Sundays at Bellomont and with the Dorsets. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• I will that he sees her this evening; her cheeks are flushed, her pulse is quick; _you_ will receive him--for my part, I shall be from home. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• I come from London yes'day, said the boy himself, now flushed and hot. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Trenor, looking stouter than ever in his tight frock-coat, and unbecomingly flushed by the bridal libations, gazed at her with undisguised approval. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• She flushed, not with anger but excitement, when the ungenial matron answered coolly, Don't waste your dramatic effects. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• The auburn head and bright flushed face vanished,--the door shut peremptorily. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Gudrun flushed deeply. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Chancing for an instant to look down, his glance rested on an uplifted face, flushed, smiling, happy, shaded with silky curls, lit with fine eyes. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• She sat down again, her face flushed deeply, and her hands twisted and twined together in her lap. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Strange to say, HER face was flushed now. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• The old man opposite to her did not say a word, but flushed up and began to tremble in every limb. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Wading birds, which frequent the muddy edges of ponds, if suddenly flushed, would be the most likely to have muddy feet. Charles Darwin. On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection.
• The blood flushed in Eliza's pale face; she rose, trembling with nervous anxiety, and looked towards her boy. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.

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