Matched

Examples

• But this one living grain in him matched the perfect youth in her. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• These Italians were also very mannered and matched manners with the two we had collected before. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• There they were, matched, ever afterwards! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Well, he would about have matched that woman's face, when she said, 'I forbid the banns. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• But Precedent and Precipitate were, under all circumstances, the well-matched pair of battle-horses of this able Circumlocutionist. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• I saw you matched against an Apollyon of a predilection; you fought a good fight, and you overcame! Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• They were armed with crooked sabres, having the hilt and baldric inlaid with gold, and matched with Turkish daggers of yet more costly workmanship. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• You are,' continued Mr. Pickwick, resuming the thread of his discourse- -'you are a well-matched pair of mean, rascally, pettifogging robbers. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Of course I want to know you, my dear, cried Mrs. Struthers in a round rolling voice that matched her bold feathers and her brazen wig. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• I lent it to that goose of a Katie, because it matched her ribbons, and the careless thing must have dropped it here. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Both were heavier-built men than the spare-framed Greeks, but were pretty equally matched in point of weight and science. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• I thought, as they came towards us, that they were well matched even in that particular. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• I have matched the respectable people fairly and openly on their own ground. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I thought it too kind and cordial for a ghost to stand: and so was the smile which matched it, and accompanied his Good-night. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Her eyes matched her hair. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• But in this mortal life extremes are always matched; the thorn grows with the rose, the poison tree and the cinnamon mingle their boughs. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.

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