Stifling

Examples

• If one had habitually breathed the New York air there were times when anything less crystalline seemed stifling. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Here, its power was only a glare: a stifling, sickly glare, serving but to bring forward stains and dirt that might otherwise have slept. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
• It was a close and stifling little shop; full of all sorts of clothing, made and unmade, including one window full of beaver-hats and bonnets. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• The kilns were burning, and a stifling vapour set towards us with a pale-blue glare. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• When he was gone, Dorothea's tears gushed forth, and relieved her stifling oppression. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• In this state of abstraction he found himself, the following morning, waking to the reality of a stifling September day in New York. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Are you doctor enough, Godfrey, to tell me why I feel as if I was stifling for want of breath? Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• The lime was burning with a sluggish stifling smell, but the fires were made up and left, and no workmen were visible. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• These objects discomposed me more, perhaps, than it would be wise to say, as also did the dust, lumber, and stifling heat of the place. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• It is empty and thin: a stifling of living currents in the interest of a mediocre regularity. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
• The hotel's too stifling. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• When I had recovered my breath, and had got rid of a stifling sensation in my throat, I rose up and went on. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• And Mrs Veneering, my dear, can it positively be true that you go down to that stifling place night after night, to hear those men prose? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• They drove in an open sledge over the snow: the train had been so hot and stifling. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• There was a stifling smell of hot oil everywhere. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.

Typist: Owen