(-) imp. of Sit.
(imp.) of Sit
(p. p.) of Sit
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pa.t. and pa.p. of sit.
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- Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could not see her face), but still made no answer. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- Come, come, I'll write you a cheque,' said the little man; and down he sat at the table for that purpose. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Bradley, very white, sat looking at him in silence. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Hopkins's brow was clouded, and he sat down with an air of deep dejection. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Then it slowly arose, and sat in the window looking out. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- But it passed with the action of rising from her chair; and she sat down again very meekly, and fainted. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- So, he sat down at the foot of his little iron bedstead, and began to wonder how much a year the warder made out of the dirty room. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- A hob was the flat part of the open hearth where water and spirits were warmed; and the small table, at which people sat when so engaged, was called a nob. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- The four sat down, to breakfast, on the coffee, and some hot rolls and ham which the Dodger had brought home in the crown of his hat. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- I sat gazing at him, spell-bound. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- With trembling hand she gave him the paper, and sat white and motionless looking at him while he read it. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- He sat down beside her and waited; but suddenly he heard a step echoing far off down the empty rooms, and felt the pressure of the minutes. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Jo went and sat on one arm of the chair, looking as if she thought they were about to join in some very solemn affair. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- He kissed Amy as she started up to meet him, nodded to Fanny, nodded to his father, gloomed on the visitor without further recognition, and sat down. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- Selden, with a slight laugh, sat down beside her on the little sofa which projected from the hearth. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
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