[hɜː] or [hɚ]
(pron. & a.) The form of the objective and the possessive case of the personal pronoun she; as, I saw her with her purse out.
(pron. pl.) Alt. of Here
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pron. objective and possessive case of she.—adj. belonging to a female.
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- As a walking companion, Emma had very early foreseen how useful she might find her. Jane Austen. Emma.
- You ought not to have come today, she said in an altered voice; and suddenly she turned, flung her arms about him and pressed her lips to his. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- How we shall conciliate this little creature, said Mrs. Bretton to me, I don't know: she tastes nothing, and by her looks, she has not slept. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- I had never before seen Mr. Bruff pay her such devoted attention, and look at her with such marked respect. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- She had been all sweetness and kindness, always thankful, always gentle, even when Mrs. Clapp lost her own temper and pressed for the rent. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Miss Vye's family is a good one on her mother's side; and her father was a romantic wanderer--a sort of Greek Ulysses. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- He bucked her out along the shore Qf the lake and as soon as she was reasonable they went on back along the trail. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Which of them had a step so quiet, a hand so gentle, but I should have heard or felt her, if she had approached or touched me in a day-sleep? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could not see her face), but still made no answer. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- It made her blood run sharp, to be thwarted in even so trifling a matter. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- No, I have nothing to give you instead, he said, sitting up and turning so that he faced her. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- No, indeed, sir,' returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- But not so easily did Elinor recover from the alarm into which it had thrown her. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
- Speak to her, Miss Fanny! Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- I wish, Mr. Yeobright, you could give me something to keep that once belonged to her--if you don't mind. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.