Sank

Examples

• In May, 1915, they sank the great passenger liner, the _Lusitania_, without any warning, drowning a number of American citizens. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Sometimes their feet failed them, and they sank together in a heap; they were then propped up with the monitors' high stools. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Percy Phelps sank back in his chair. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• I questioned, as I sank tired on the edge of the bed. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Soon after, Mrs. Reed grew more composed, and sank into a dozing state. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The light rose in the room, then sank to a small dimness, as the flame sank down on the candle, before it mounted again. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• When it was concluded, she sank into her former attitude, but spoke not a word. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• We were soon on board, and within the hour the white city and the pleasant shores of Spain sank down behind the waves and passed out of sight. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• But this blow was delivered with such violence that the head of the weapon sank deep into the wall. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Dorothea sank back in her chair when her uncle had left the room, and cast her eyes down meditatively on her crossed hands. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Then the boy stepped into the pilot house, touched a button and the boat sank amid swirling waters toward the bottom of the shaft. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• And then she went into her room, and sank down in despair and utter misery. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Slowly and peacefully, the father sank into the grave, and, soon after, the sharer of all his cares and troubles followed him to a place of rest. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• The deeper he sank into this silence, the fainter hope there was--or so Darnay thought--of his softening in any slight degree. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• But since he had come he meant to wait; and he sank into a chair and stretched his feet to the logs. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• The place became full of a watchful intentness now; for when other things sank blooding to sleep the heath appeared slowly to awake and listen. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• She sank into the chair, and for a few moments sat like a statue, while images and emotions were hurrying upon her. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• If, in the moments I and my pupil spent with him, I lacked spirits and sank into inevitable dejection, he became even gay. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• When the mingled animal and vegetable matter sank into moist earth and came under the influence of pressure, it was slowly changed into oil and gas. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
• I sank back on my pillow after drinking, and the face that looked so hopefully and tenderly upon me was the face of Joe. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Our visitor sank into an armchair and looked from one to the other of us with questioning eyes. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Lord St. Simon sank into a chair and passed his hand over his forehead. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Thank you, said I: but my heart sank. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• She sank on her knees, and raised her clasped hands to heaven. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• She sank back in its arms as if it were an old friend; and fell to thinking over the past week, and the life beyond it. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• He made a last effort; he tried to rise, and sank back. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• She sank into Mr. Bumble's arms; and that gentleman in his agitation, imprinted a passionate kiss upon her chaste nose. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• Quietly, quietly, the face subsided into a far younger likeness of her own than she had ever seen under the grey hair, and sank to rest. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• As she entered and closed the door on herself, he sank down in a chair, and gazed and sighed and puffed portentously. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.

Editor: Rebekah