Waited
['weɪtɪd] or ['wetɪd]
Definition
(imp. & p. p.) of Wait
Typist: Montague
Examples
- I saw them stop near the church and speak to the sexton's wife, who had come from the cottage, and had waited, watching us from a distance. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Well, I kept my knowledge to myself, and waited to see what would come of it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- I now take my farewell of your ladyship, and assure you that there's no danger of your ever being waited on by me again. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- He sat down beside her and waited; but suddenly he heard a step echoing far off down the empty rooms, and felt the pressure of the minutes. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Mr. Gardiner had waited only for the letters before he set off. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
- I told him if he waited for that, he would have to wait till doomsday. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- And he too waited in the magical steadfastness of suspense, for her to take this knowledge of him as he had taken it of her. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- But there was nothing to be done, saving to communicate to Wemmick what I had that night found out, and to remind him that we waited for his hint. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- In breathless expectancy I waited, when finally the great door moved softly toward me and slid quietly to one side. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
- So Dorothea had waited. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I think you must have seen that I was struck with those charms on the day when I waited at the Whytorseller. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- She waited yet some quarter of an hour, as she judged. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- I sat back in the carriage and waited for her. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- After they had waited some time, straggling people who had heard of the accident began to come up; then the real help of implements began to arrive. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- I waited irresolutely--I knew neither where to go nor what to do next. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- We waited another half-hour for the boy, and waited in vain. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- As soundless, as unresisting, as if some propitious genius had waited on a sesame-charm, in the vestibule within. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- It was better than wetting our sponge with our tears; both less loss of time where tears had to be waited for, and a better effect at last. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- He waited a moment, watching me earnestly--watching till he had evidently guessed what was passing in my mind before he resumed. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- There was a moment of awful suspense as the procession waited for the Honourable Samuel Slumkey to step into his carriage. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Those eyes had looked on the visits of a certain ghost--had long waited the comings and goings of that strangest spectre, Hypochondria. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- You should have waited till I thought proper to say something about it of myself. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- She might have waited till he openly accused her. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Because I saw them at the door, and waited at the corner of the square till they came out, and took half an hour's turn afterwards to avoid them. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- He had probably come to the spot, waited there in the cold, and been greatly disappointed. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Such acts were not wanting to adorn the grim train that waited on the progress of the plague. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Tarzan waited in silence before the door of the little house until they should return. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- By a strange fatality Juliet alone escaped, and she to the last waited on her relatives, and smoothed the pillow of death. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- But though she waited at home the Captain never came. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Whilst the two girls waited, Gerald Crich trotted up on a red Arab mare. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
Typist: Montague