She
[ʃiː] or [ʃi]
Definition
(obj.) This or that female; the woman understood or referred to; the animal of the female sex, or object personified as feminine, which was spoken of.
(obj.) A woman; a female; -- used substantively.
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Definition
pron. fem. the female understood or previously mentioned: sometimes used as a noun for a woman or other female.
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Examples
- She didn't' said Oliver. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- As a walking companion, Emma had very early foreseen how useful she might find her. Jane Austen. Emma.
- She had always a new bonnet on, and flowers bloomed perpetually in it, or else magnificent curling ostrich feathers, soft and snowy as camellias. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- As shown in the original designs, Fig. 116, she is a double ender, whose sides were to be 5 feet thick. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- You ought not to have come today, she said in an altered voice; and suddenly she turned, flung her arms about him and pressed her lips to his. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- She came speeding over the sea like a great bird. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- How we shall conciliate this little creature, said Mrs. Bretton to me, I don't know: she tastes nothing, and by her looks, she has not slept. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- She had been all sweetness and kindness, always thankful, always gentle, even when Mrs. Clapp lost her own temper and pressed for the rent. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Constantly she talked to me about what I should do to be thy wife. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- But when she went away, he relapsed under the misery of his dissolution. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- He bucked her out along the shore Qf the lake and as soon as she was reasonable they went on back along the trail. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- When to-morrow comes, and he knows that I am in the house, do you think---- She stopped again, and looked at me very earnestly. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- I have, and she has refused me, said Caliphronas sullenly. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- She did nothing more. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Which of them had a step so quiet, a hand so gentle, but I should have heard or felt her, if she had approached or touched me in a day-sleep? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- As a walking companion, Emma had very early foreseen how useful she might find her. Jane Austen. Emma.
- You ought not to have come today, she said in an altered voice; and suddenly she turned, flung her arms about him and pressed her lips to his. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- How we shall conciliate this little creature, said Mrs. Bretton to me, I don't know: she tastes nothing, and by her looks, she has not slept. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- I had never before seen Mr. Bruff pay her such devoted attention, and look at her with such marked respect. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- She had been all sweetness and kindness, always thankful, always gentle, even when Mrs. Clapp lost her own temper and pressed for the rent. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Miss Vye's family is a good one on her mother's side; and her father was a romantic wanderer--a sort of Greek Ulysses. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- He bucked her out along the shore Qf the lake and as soon as she was reasonable they went on back along the trail. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Which of them had a step so quiet, a hand so gentle, but I should have heard or felt her, if she had approached or touched me in a day-sleep? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could not see her face), but still made no answer. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- It made her blood run sharp, to be thwarted in even so trifling a matter. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- No, I have nothing to give you instead, he said, sitting up and turning so that he faced her. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- No, indeed, sir,' returned Mrs. Sparsit, with a gentle melancholy upon her. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- But not so easily did Elinor recover from the alarm into which it had thrown her. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
- Speak to her, Miss Fanny! Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- I wish, Mr. Yeobright, you could give me something to keep that once belonged to her--if you don't mind. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
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