His

Examples

• He was undeniably a prosperous man, bore his drinking better than others bore their moderation, and, on the whole, flourished like the green bay-tree. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• I told his impudence that the gilt pestle and mortar was quite ornament enough; as if I was born, indeed, to be a country surgeon's wife! William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• For instance, if he took his supper after a hard day, to the Dead March in Saul, his food might be likely to sit heavy on him. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• You have behaved very ill to me, said his lordship. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• On the strength of Darcy's regard, Bingley had the firmest reliance, and of his judgement the highest opinion. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
• 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.
• His mouth was such a post-office of a mouth that he had a mechanical appearance of smiling. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• But when she went away, he relapsed under the misery of his dissolution. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Old Steiler was standing at the porch of his hotel. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• The boy's eyes had lighted with pleasure as I spoke, and I saw him glance from his rusty trappings to the magnificence of my own. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• There his work was received with applause. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Yes,' said Sam, 'and I vish they'd bring out the have-his-carcase. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• His labors, however, were interrupt ed by the death of his assistant Flemming, and by his own illness, which proved fatal in 1846, a few months before the actual discovery of Neptune. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
• His right extended to the back-water up the ravine opening into the Cumberland south of the village. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
• His walk was soft; his voice was melancholy; his long lanky fingers were hooked like claws. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• His first United States patent, No. 174,465, was granted March 7, 1876, and his second January 30, 1877, No. 186,787. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
• No, she said softly, laughing at his sudden quickness. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• His manner appeared to have altered strangely in the interval since I had last seen him. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Mr. Bumble wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his walk had engendered, glanced complacently at the cocked hat, and smiled. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• He made that brief reply warmly, dropping his hand on the table while he spoke, and turning towards us again. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Himself has hitherto sufficed to the toil, and the toil draws near its close: his glorious sun hastens to its setting. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• You needn't, if you don't like, ma'am,' was his answer. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• For years I had gradually weaned him from that drug mania which had threatened once to check his remarkable career. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Why, the man was weary of you, and would have jilted you, but that Dobbin forced him to keep his word. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• He fixed his vivid eyes on Archer as he lit another cigarette. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Hence, indeed, his position as a senator was not a little useful to him. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• He thought of Miss Ophelia's letter to his Kentucky friends, and would pray earnestly that God would send him deliverance. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• On the second day he found his wife and Sir Percival whispering together quite familiar, close under the vestry of the church. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• The lad only answered by turning his cynical young face, half-arch, half-truculent, towards the paternal chair. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• He took my chin in his large hand and turned up my face to have a look at me by the light of the candle. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.

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