Vaulted

Examples

• I vaulted to the ground below and ran swiftly toward the advancing party. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• And of the vaulted chamber, whispered Locksley. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Some fell dead, many wounded, and the yells of the discomfited assailants vibrated under the vaulted roof of the tunnel, as they retired in disorder. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• Methought I heard a noise, a step in the far chapel, which was re-echoed by its vaulted roof, and borne to me through the hollow passages. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• I vaulted over, and finding myself in a field, kept across it steadily with my back to the road. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I was girded, walled in, vaulted over, by seven-fold barriers of loneliness. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• The king's kitchen is indeed a noble building, vaulted at top, and about six hundred feet high. Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels into Several Remote Nations of the World.
• There were gloomy vaulted sleeping-rooms within, intensely cold, but clean and hospitably prepared for guests. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Dallas looked at him again, and then, with an incredulous gesture, passed out of sight under the vaulted doorway. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Go, too, when he had so completely vaulted into his place in the family, and promised to be such a stay and staff to his father and sister. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• But thou art mistaken, good Bend-the-Bow, concerning that same vaulted apartment. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• So saying, he hastened away, vaulted on his horse, and with a gesture as if he gave me his hand to kiss, bade me another laughing adieu. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• The list was read, in the vaulted chamber where Darnay had seen the associated prisoners on the night of his arrival. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• The vaulted roof echoed again his infant tone. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• Sometimes I rang at a bell; it tinkled through the vaulted rooms, and silence succeeded to the sound. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.

Typist: Perry