Tips

Examples

• Meyers won on nearly every race but disliked to give tips because it brought down the prices. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• The Wrights doubted whether this was the best form for shifting weather, and built theirs more on the pattern of the gull’s wings, curving slightly at the tips. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
• He looked her over in his searching fashion, and then composed himself, with his lids drooping and his finger-tips together, to listen to her story. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• For now he felt like a pair of scales, the half of which tips down and down into an indefinite void. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Oh, said Caleb, leaning forward, adjusting his finger-tips with nicety and looking meditatively on the ground. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Why did she leave him standing there, with the ice-wind blowing through his heart, like death, to gratify herself among the rosy snow-tips? D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• As the narrative proceeded, all the warm blood in the body of Mr. Nupkins tingled up into the very tips of his ears. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Then, silently, on infinitely careful feet, he went along the passage, feeling the wall with the extreme tips of his fingers. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes and placed his elbows upon the arms of his chair, with his finger-tips together. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Old Meyers liked him and gave him tips. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• Boys never forget those tips at school, nor the givers. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• The other cylinder was covered with brushes, and so placed that the tips of the bristles of these brushes touched the saw-teeth. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
• With perfect fine finger-tips of reality she would touch the reality in him, the suave, pure, untranslatable reality of his loins of darkness. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Nine oils, Merrylegs, missing tips, garters, banners, and Ponging, eh! Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• I should have liked to make her a little present, Osborne said to his friend in confidence, only I am quite out of cash until my father tips up. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• She stooped down, and touched the trumpets, with infinitely fine and delicate-touching finger-tips. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• There was something strangely pathetic and tender in her moving, unconscious finger-tips, that were agitated and hurt, really. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• There is a poison on the tips of their little shafts, which stings a thousand times more than a man's blunter weapon. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• This vast mysterious Wall Street world of tips and deals--might she not find in it the means of escape from her dreary predicament? Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Caleb had pushed his chair back, and was leaning forward, shaking his head slowly, and fitting his finger-tips together with much nicety. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Simultaneously the lever could be pushed forward and pulled back to lift or lower the opposite tips of the wings. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
• He saw the question in my eyes, and, putting his finger-tips together and his elbows upon his knees, he explained the situation. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• She put out her arm and laid the tips of her fingers on Will's coat-sleeve. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• The instant the beam tips, the connection is broken and the feed stops instantly, thus rendering it impossible to introduce any more material until the charge has been unloaded. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• Kissing the tips of his left fingers. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• I had just finished reading the Times, he said, laying his long finger-tips together. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• There was a long silence, broken only by his heavy breathing and by the measured tapping of Sherlock Holmes' finger-tips upon the edge of the table. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

Typist: Rudy