Veins
[ven]
Examples
- Sons of white fathers, with all our haughty feelings burning in their veins, will not always be bought and sold and traded. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- But it IS supposed that his Lady, who had none of the family blood in her veins, favoured the bad cause. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- The impertinence made his veins go cold, he was insensible. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Her voluptuous, acute apprehension of him made the blood faint in her veins, her mind went dim and unconscious. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- There was good blood in her veins, you know, by the mother's side. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- And yet her large, grave eyes upon him seemed to open some valve in his veins, and involuntarily he was telling. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- His face was bent downward, his shoulders bowed, his lips compressed, and the veins stood out like whipcord in his long, sinewy neck. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- The speed of the current in her veins was just then as swift as it was viewless. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Captain Keeldar, you have no mercantile blood in your veins. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- It made the blood stir in his veins, the subtle way she turned to him and infused her gratitude into his body. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- As he sat a change came over his body, the hot, molten stream mounted involuntarily through his veins. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- A strange, secret ecstasy steals through my veins at moments. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The fighting blood of my Virginian sires coursed hot through my veins. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- The blood in our veins was brewed on the steppes as well as on the ploughlands. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- But today, at any rate, the tea could hardly be too strong: she counted on it to pour warmth and resolution into her empty veins. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- I had risen up in bed, I bent forward: first surprise, then bewilderment, came over me; and then my blood crept cold through my veins. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- It is shown by ligature that there is continuous motion of the blood from arteries to veins. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- If the leaf is finely veined the lower surface makes the better print, but if the veins are coarse and large the upper surface may be used. William K. David. Secrets of Wise Men, Chemists and Great Physicians.
- You may not be aware that I have royal blood in my veins. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- But, none the less, my turn that way is in my veins, and may have come with my grandmother, who was the sister of Vernet, the French artist. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- The age of iron is not yet supreme, For youth still throbs in the old veins of Mother Earth, wan and weary with sorrowful centuries. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- I experienced a happy feeling--a glad emotion which went warm to my heart, and ran lively through all my veins. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Naturally, the veins themselves are not composed of one substance alone, because several different precipitates may be formed. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
- All the exquisite influences of the hour trembled in their veins, and drew them to each other as the loosened leaves were drawn to the earth. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Moreover, he put granite in the same cat egory, and believed it had been injected, as also metalliferous veins, in liquid st ate into the stratified rocks. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- The tone was peculiar; my veins thrilled; he saw me shiver. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- They would find out that the blood in his veins was as free from the taint of meanness as theirs. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The fighting blood of Virginia sprang to life in my veins. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
- Something drummed and clanged furiously in his ears; he could not tell if it were the blood in his veins, or the tick of the clock on the mantel. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Soon another opened his veins and drank his own blood. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
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