Leaned

Examples

• Sir James was annoyed, and leaned forward to play with Celia's Maltese dog. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Catherine leaned out and I saw her face in the light. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• I grasped it firmly, rose softly from the bed, and leaned over my sleeping wife. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• My godmother, too, sat so near, that, had I leaned forward, my breath might have stirred the ribbon of her bonnet. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• He leaned forward staring at me, slowly unclenched his hand and drew it across his mouth as if his mouth watered for me, and sat down again. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Mrs. March as proudly leaned on the arm of 'my son'. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Perdita's questions had ceased; she leaned on my arm, panting with emotions too acute for tears--our men pulled alongside the other boat. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• Wemmick leaned back in his chair, staring at me, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and his pen put horizontally into the post. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Oliver leaned his head upon his hand when the old man disappeared, and pondered, with a trembling heart, on the words he had just heard. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• Whereat Mr Twemlow leaned his innocent head upon his hand, and moaned a little moan of distress and disgrace. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• We leaned up against a tree and cried. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• She leaned near to me, with a look of surprise. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• As he slept I leaned over and looked at him. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• And Beth leaned her head against her sister with a contented look, which effectually settled that point. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• She went and leaned on the chest of drawers over which the picture hung, and gazed and gazed at it. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• My aunt leaned her elbow on the little round table that she usually kept beside her, and eyed him attentively. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• She took one with an unsteady hand, and putting it to her lips, leaned forward to draw her light from his. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Gerald, who was very subtly alert, wary in all his senses, leaned forward and asked smilingly: 'What were you saying? D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Holmes leaned over his shoulder and passed both hands over his neck. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• He went back to the window, and laying his arm across it, leaned his head down on his arm. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• I ran to the hydrant, leaned over backward, opened my eyes, and ran the hydrant water right into them. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• On hearing that I had been once more discovered I started so that the railing against which I leaned cracked again. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Glancing at Holmes, I saw his face turn rigid, and he leaned forward in intense excitement. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• She put her needless candle in the shadow at a distance, crept up to his bed, and put her lips to his; then, leaned over him, and looked at him. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• And the trader leaned back in his chair, and folded his arm, with an air of virtuous decision, apparently considering himself a second Wilberforce. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Apparently they were coming from the opposite side of the partition against which I leaned and presently I made out the tones of Dejah Thoris. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• Madame Olenska leaned toward the fire and gazed into it with fixed eyes. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• A sudden idea seemed to occur to Holmes, for he leaned forward and touched the lad upon the sleeve. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• She turned fearfully pale, and leaned back against the wall, looking at her husband in dead silence. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Shirley leaned forwards on the table, her nostrils dilating a little, her taper fingers interlaced and compressing each other hard. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.

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