Releasing

Examples

• Listen, said Tarzan, easing up a trifle, but not releasing his hold. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• As she said it, she unconsciously closed her hand, as if upon a solid object, and slowly opened it as though she were releasing dust or ash. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• Because I am so glad to see you,' replied Job Trotter, gradually releasing Mr. Weller, as the first symptoms of his pugnacity disappeared. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• It was the readiest way of releasing myself from the sight of him. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Men made sly and crude schemes to corner it, to hoard it, to send up prices by releasing hoarded metals. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Nothing,' said Sikes, releasing his hold of Oliver. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• As to the idea of releasing himself by ministering to the sharpness of Dodson & Fogg, it never for an instant entered his thoughts. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Releasing his arm, she laid her hand upon his shoulder. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• On releasing the key the circuit is broken and magnetism instantly ceases. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• The electric firing trigger _A_ is worked by the index finger of the right hand without releasing the handle. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• Flax-threshers for beating the grain from the bolls of the cured flax plant, removing the bolls, releasing and cleaning the seed, are also a modern invention. William Henry Doolittle. Inventions in the Century.
• Releasing each other, they crept to the door, opened it softly, and peeped out. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Six weeks would be ample--say so, Rosamond, insisted Lydgate, releasing her hands to put his arm gently round her. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• This way,' said the girl, releasing her hold for the first time. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• She can do no better than stay where she is,' returned Lizzie, releasing the hand, and laying her own lightly on Miss Jenny's curls. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.

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