Riveted

Examples

• My attention was quickly riveted by a large red star close to the distant horizon. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• Another part of the room soon riveted her gaze. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• At the moment, however, we had no thought for the old chest, for our eyes were riveted upon that which crouched beside it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• As for me, every word was a new heap of fetters, riveted above the last. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• But the explanation is that their modes of life did not call for attention to such facts, but held their minds riveted to other things. John Dewey. Democracy and Education.
• After I ceased there was tense silence, as all eyes were riveted upon Tal Hajus. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• As I had sat meditating upon the future my eyes had been riveted upon the port-hole which was just level with them as I sat. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• He took up the paper in a listless way, but his attention instantly became riveted, and he gave a little cry of satisfaction. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• And now, the grand chain riveted to the last link, the discreet automaton ceased, and the sixteen, two and two, took a walk among the furniture. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Through the gauze curtain our eyes were all riveted upon the scene within. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• The furnishings and other contents of the room it was which riveted his attention. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• Our lives are riveted, our lots intertwined. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• I wondered if she would justify her renown: with strange curiosity, with feelings severe and austere, yet of riveted interest, I waited. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• My interest in Rachel--an infinitely higher interest than his--riveted me to my chair. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• She riveted a searching gaze on her brother's face. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Without speaking, without smiling, without seeming to recognise in me a human being, he only twined my waist with his arm and riveted me to his side. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.

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