Folds

Examples

• Bean for a sewing machine in which the needle was stationary, and the cloth was gathered in crimps or folds and forced over the stationary needle. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
• But her grey hair was not more immovable in its two folds, than were her firm lips. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• The Professor put up his handkerchief, and fiendishly smiled into its folds. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Markest thou the smouldering and suffocating vapour which already eddies in sable folds through the chamber? Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• He pulled the blanket coat over his head, the roundness of his head protruding now from the dirty yellow folds of the blanket. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• I trust not, said Justinian, who stood sternly under the drooping folds of the Union Jack, but I doubt it while Caliphronas is alive. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• Her tears had risen again, and in drawing out her handkerchief her fingers touched the packet in the folds of her dress. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• The black pudding was now huddled up into the folds of her new frock: then she rued the day when pocket-holes went out of fashion. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• It puzzled you to guess why a garment of handsome materials should be arranged in such scanty folds, and devised after such an obsolete mode. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• In an evil moment the shopman held up the lovely, shimmering folds, and said, A bargain, I assure, you, ma'am. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• We descended from Parnassus, emerging from its many folds, and passed through Livadia on our road to Attica. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• He sat by the piano, with his watch-chain resting in folds, like a golden serpent, on the sea-green protuberance of his waistcoat. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• She bent her head courteously, drew closer the folds of her shawl, and passed from the classe. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• The plate is then placed on heated iron, which is wrapped round with several folds of paper, from which, by this method, all moisture has been previously expelled. Frederick C. Bakewell. Great Facts.
• Mrs. Rouncewell folds her hands again. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• The uppermost side, when I spread it out, presented to view innumerable folds and creases, and nothing more. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• He almost thought that shrouds were for the old and shrunken; and that they never wrapped the young and graceful form in their ghastly folds. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• He was habited in a dark brown flowing robe, which was confined round the waist by a leathern belt, and fell in ample folds to the ground. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Mr. George, returning, folds his arms, and looking down at the old man, sliding every moment lower and lower in his chair, says quietly, Now for it! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• His mantle and hood were of the best Flanders cloth, and fell in ample, and not ungraceful folds, around a handsome, though somewhat corpulent person. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Meanwhile she folds up a cocked hat for that redoubtable old general at Bath, descriptive of her melancholy condition. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• The Jew's dress, which appeared to have suffered considerably from the storm, was a plain russet cloak of many folds, covering a dark purple tunic. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Forth-riding from the formless folds of the mist dawns on him the brightest vision--a green-robed lady, on a snow-white palfrey. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• And in proof, I drew from my pocket a perfectly dry handkerchief, still clean and in its folds. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Let us hoist it by all means, replied Maurice cheerfully; but, remember, only seven Englishmen fight under its folds. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• He discovered Trenor, in his day clothes, sitting, with a tall glass at his elbow, behind the folds of a sporting journal. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• I approached her unperceived, and placed the portrait securely in one of the folds of her dress. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• With these words, and a laugh, and laying a bitter stress on the word ladyship, Mrs. Chadband folds her arms and looks implacably at Mr. Bucket. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• It's simple, but handsome, and those folds over the arm are really artistic. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Beaumanoir, being thus possessed of the tablets, inspected the outside carefully, and then proceeded to undo the packthread which secured its folds. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.

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