Torn

Examples

• Some fearful hours went over me: indescribably was I torn, racked and oppressed in mind. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• The ground was torn up and in front of my head there was a splintered beam of wood. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• That was a lucky stroke of hers about the child torn from her arms shrieking. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Holmes moved the lamp, and we both bent over the sheet of paper, which showed by its ragged edge that it had indeed been torn from a book. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Sharp talons and cruel fangs had torn leg, arm, and breast literally to ribbons. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• The raw cotton was put in a hopper, where it was met by the teeth of the saws, and torn from the seeds. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
• Gerald likes the man ploughing the best, his trousers are torn, he is ploughing with an ox, being I suppose a German peasant. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Some were in small fragments, the others merely torn in half. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• You observed that her right glove was torn at the forefinger, but you did not apparently see that both glove and finger were stained with violet ink. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• Victor and vanquished rolled limp and lifeless upon the moss, a huge mass of torn and bloody flesh. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• It was lost upon Sikes, who was stooping at the moment to tie the boot-lace which the dog had torn. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• It appears to be a fragment torn from a larger sheet. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• It had once been hung with a showy and expensive paper, which now hung mouldering, torn and discolored, from the damp walls. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• If the excited and irritable populace knew I was here, I should be torn to pieces. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I have known you, Mr. Rochester; and it strikes me with terror and anguish to feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• St. Clare was a good deal affected at the sight of it; the little book had been rolled in a long strip of black crape, torn from the funeral weeds. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• A strange rent had been torn in him; like a victim that is torn open and given to the heavens, so he had been torn apart and given to Gudrun. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• You see that his murderer might have torn the rest of the sheet from him or he might have taken this fragment from the murderer. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• Search him, slaves--for an ye suffer a second impostor to be palmed upon you, I will have your eyes torn out, and hot coals put into the sockets. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• He had fearful wounds upon him, and she bound them up with her dress torn into strips. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• The master looked at the examiner, as if he would have torn him to pieces. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• She was bruised and scratched and torn, and had been held by the throat, at last, and choked. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Ye have plundered my mails--torn my cope of curious cut lace, which might have served a cardinal! Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• He stood for a moment and looked at her, powerless and torn with pity, as a parent regards an infant in pain. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Young Amelia felt that she would die or lose her senses outright, if torn away from this last consolation. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• He handed over a sheet torn from a note-book. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• We were again upon the melancholy road by which we had come, tearing up the miry sleet and thawing snow as if they were torn up by a waterwheel. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• It was a page torn from a notebook. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.

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