Shrouded

Examples

• In all other respects Fosco, on that memorable day, was Fosco shrouded in total eclipse. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I indicated in what direction the mist had shrouded the other man, and he looked up at it for an instant. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• The next operation then is to disengage the shrouded image, and this is accomplished by a solvent. Frederick C. Bakewell. Great Facts.
• Don't use such dreadful expressions, replied Meg from the depths of the veil in which she had shrouded herself like a nun sick of the world. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• The early history of Damascus is shrouded in the mists of a hoary antiquity. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Mr. Weller nodded his acquiescence in the sentiment, and again fastening his eyes on the fire, shrouded himself in a cloud, and mused deeply. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• One or two small shrouded lamps placed on the floor served dimly to light the way to a few descending steps, and the voice of an invisible guide gave directions to walk forward. Frederick C. Bakewell. Great Facts.
• Seen from a distance in such weather, Coketown lay shrouded in a haze of its own, which appeared impervious to the sun's rays. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• The door was opened, quickly, by some one shrouded in the darkness, and was as quickly closed, when they had passed out. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• How different had this scene looked when I viewed it laid out beneath the iron sky of winter, stiffened in frost, shrouded with snow! Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Ere you are aware you stand face to face with a shrouded and unthought-of calamity--a new Lazarus. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Light grew dim in these close streets, and when the well known door was opened, the staircase was shrouded in perfect night. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• Anguish has driven her from the ingle-nook of home to the white-shrouded and icy hills. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Poor Dorothea, shrouded in the darkness, was in a tumult of conflicting emotions. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Mrs. Peniston had kept her imagination shrouded, like the drawing-room furniture. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• I kept still, shrouded from head to foot in my black cloak. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.

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