Pressed

Examples

• 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.
• 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.
• Often, indeed, when pressed by Hortense to come, she would refuse, because Robert did not second, or but slightly seconded the request. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• I clutched the leg of the table again immediately, and pressed it to my bosom as if it had been the companion of my youth and friend of my soul. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• As he drew near his door, Ponsonby pressed me close to his heart. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• As she pressed me to stay to dinner, I remained, and I believe we talked about nothing but him all day. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Janey fell upon his neck and pressed him to her purple flannel breast. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Tears rolled silently down Rosamond's cheeks; she just pressed her handkerchief against them, and stood looking at the large vase on the mantel-piece. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• As I pressed her dear lips to mine the old feeling of unconquerable power and authority rose in me. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• Ada only dropped her head and pressed me closer to her heart. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• And she did not speak, but only pressed her hands firmer down upon the source of darkness in him. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• We shall both bless the day, darling, when I pressed, and when you yielded. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• He was found stiff, his hands clenched, and pressed against his breast. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• He came up to me in the hall, took both my hands, pressed them earnestly, and opened his mouth twice. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• His daughter had one of her hands drawn through his arm, as she sat by him, and the other pressed upon it. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• I pressed his hand to my heart because being masked, I could not kiss it. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Yes, I have been using myself up rather too freely, he remarked, in answer to my look rather than to my words; I have been a little pressed of late. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• One day, a young gentleman, who was nephew to my nurse's governess, came and pressed them both to see an execution. Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels into Several Remote Nations of the World.
• He watched me, still; he gently raised his hand to stroke my hair; it touched my lips in passing; I pressed it close, I paid it tribute. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• The pilgrims took what was left of the hallowed ruin, and we pressed on toward the goal of our crusade, renowned Jerusalem. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• A minute after one little hand stole out from beneath her face, to which it had been pressed, and softly caressed the heedless foot. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Group impressions are also taken with the four fingers of each hand pressed down simultaneously. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• Then she quickly pressed her hand up on Wildeve's arm and signified to him to come back from the open side of the shed into the shadow. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• I pressed her hand, Dear Catherine. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• Ah, poor wretch, when was your lip pressed before by such pure kisses? William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Mr Pancks was then hospitably pressed into Happy Cottage, where he encountered the elder Master Plornish just come home from school. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• The Grand Trunk still owes Mr. Edison the wages due him at the time he thus withdrew from its service, but the claim has never been pressed. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• I pressed her hand and immediately changed the subject. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• I know not; I lost sensation, and chains and darkness were the only objects that pressed upon me. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• The machine is provided with a series of finger keys, which, when pressed like the keys of a typewriter, cause the letter moulds to assemble in a line in their proper order for print. William Henry Doolittle. Inventions in the Century.

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