Rushing

Examples

• Horribly--especially when I see all my friends rushing to the steamer. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Again scampering devious, bounding here, rushing there, snuffing and sniffing everywhere; she at last discovered me in classe. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• We lived at the top of the last house, and the wind rushing up the river shook the house that night, like discharges of cannon, or breakings of a sea. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Boats were putting off, torches were lighting up, people were rushing tumultuously to the water's edge. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• And if I stopped by the way an instant, while others are rushing on, I should be trodden down. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• I tremble at the frightful danger into which our husbands, our friends, our brave troops and allies, are rushing. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• I caught a glimpse of rushing figures, and a moment later the voice of Holmes from within assuring them that it was a false alarm. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• And yet, though every leaf may seem still, there is a continual rushing sound of movement all around--not close at hand. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• I bared my head to the rushing wind, which bathed my brow in delightful coolness. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• With a bound the black leaped entirely over the rushing beast and turning with incredible swiftness planted a second arrow in Horta's back. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• There--immediately, her lips began to tremble like those of a child that remembers again, and the tears came rushing up. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Ursula WAS such an insufferable outsider, rushing in where angels would fear to tread. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• He staggered back and jostled his two companions just as they were both rushing at me. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I snatched a light, and rushing up stairs, and hearing a groan, without reflection I threw open the door of the first room that presented itself. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• By this time the enemy had recovered from their first terror, and, seeing the escape of the fugitives, came rushing down to the sea. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.

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