Uttering

Examples

• Livius got out of the carriage, and picked the man up, to ascertain that he was alive, as he fell without uttering a groan. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Dorothea set earnestly to work, bending close to her map, and uttering the names in an audible, subdued tone, which often got into a chime. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• I gnashed my teeth, and ground them together, uttering a groan that came from my inmost soul. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• Hanging about the doorway (I fancied,) were slouchy Pompeiian street-boys uttering slang and profanity, and keeping a wary eye out for checks. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Tom was weeping, also, and occasionally uttering a smothered ejaculation. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Meyler's greatest enemy never accused him yet of uttering an untruth. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Behind trailed the women, uttering strange cries and weird lamentation. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• She rocked herself to and fro; caught her throat; and, uttering a gurgling sound, gasped for breath. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• The subjects were terrified from uttering their griefs while they saw the thunder of the Star Chamber pointed at their heads. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
• He continued, uttering each word distinctly, calmly, steadily, but not loudly-- It simply consists in the existence of a previous marriage. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Sir Leicester, who has covered his face with his hands, uttering a single groan, requests him to pause for a moment. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Uttering a few sounds with an air of melancholy, he took the pail from her head, and bore it to the cottage himself. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• Fledgeby must have conducted it on his side with immense art, for no appearance of uttering one syllable had escaped him. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• A worse threat than was conveyed in his manner of uttering the name, could hardly have escaped him. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• In uttering the request, my voice faltered, my head sank on my arms and the table. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.

Editor: Vito