Inwardly

Examples

• I can't wait to-day, said Will, inwardly seared by the possibility that Mr. Casaubon would enter. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Wery sing'ler,' said Sam, inwardly congratulating himself upon the softness of the stranger. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• What they really are you and I know inwardly by using abstractions and living our lives. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
• He shook the snow from his hat and clothes, and brushed it away from his face, while I was inwardly making these remarks. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Yet of course, she cared a great deal, outwardly--and outwardly was all that mattered, for inwardly was a bad joke. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• He inwardly sighed and felt it necessary to unmask his second argument. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• And when one hears good talk one can join in it without compromising any opinions but one's own; or one can listen, and answer it inwardly. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Then, as usual, she felt ashamed of her selfish thoughts and prayed inwardly to be strengthened to do her duty. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• And they chuckled inwardly at the idea of the workmen's discomfiture and defeat, in their attempt to alter one iota of what Thornton had decreed. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• But Lily, though her attitude was as calm as his, was throbbing inwardly with a rush of thoughts. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Clennam could not prevent himself from shuddering inwardly, as if he had been looking on at a nest of those creatures. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Egdon was her Hades, and since coming there she had imbibed much of what was dark in its tone, though inwardly and eternally unreconciled thereto. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• Celia was inwardly frightened, and ready to run away, now she had hurled this light javelin. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• If they knocked at my heart sometimes, an inhospitable bar to admission must be inwardly drawn. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• He had fumed inwardly during the feast, but when the flurry was over and he strolled home after seeing Scott off, a milder mood came over him. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Eustacia, though set inwardly pulsing by his words, was equal to her part in such a drama as this. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• The difference his presence made to her was not always a happy one: she felt that he often inwardly objected to her speech. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• I again inwardly repeated, wondering, That I could readily understand. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Her intentions in short had never been more definite; but poor Lily, for all the hard glaze of her exterior, was inwardly as malleable as wax. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Setting aside their rewards and results, I want to know what they are in themselves, and how they inwardly work in the soul. Plato. The Republic.
• He seemed to find an immense fund of reflection in this circumstance, and sat pondering and inwardly whistling for some time. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• It was pale, as if her pride bled inwardly. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• His mind glancing back to Laure while he looked at Rosamond, he said inwardly, Would _she_ kill me because I wearied her? George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly, for Dorothea's engagement had no sooner been decided, than he had thought of Mrs. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• By-and-by, feeling the right power come--the spring demanded gush and rise inwardly--I became sufficiently composed to notice my fellow-actors. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• It was a godsend; and I inwardly thanked the God who had vouchsafed it. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• He inwardly declared that he intended to obey orders. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• I mourn his loss--inwardly in my soul, outwardly on my hat. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• The whole time she was talking inwardly in the same strain--looking forwards, asking what she was to do with life. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• She stopped in speechless agitation, not crying, but feeling as if she were being inwardly grappled. George Eliot. Middlemarch.

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