Warming
['wɔːmɪŋ] or ['wɔrmɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Warm
(-) a. & n. from Warm, v.
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Examples
- They thought much more of alighting at the convent door, and warming themselves at the convent fire. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- No one could remember it without gaining faith in the mystery, without the soul's warming with new, deep life-truSt. And Gerald! D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Why, gentlemen, who _does _trouble himself about a warming-pan? Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Now I think of it, says Mr. Bucket, warming his hands and looking pleasantly at the blaze, she went out walking the very night of this business. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- The drink in his stomach warmed him and his feet were warming now climbing. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- The heat of our bodies comes from the food we eat; the heat for cooking and for warming our houses comes from coal. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
- If, on the other hand, air passes to the lungs by way of the mouth, the warming process is brief and insufficient, and the lungs suffer in consequence. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
- He'll want a warming-pan, next--he'll want a nurse! Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- You, imbeciles, where the lights are yonder, eating and drinking, and warming yourselves at fires! Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- The bidding ran on with warming rivalry. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- She uses the warming-pan as a weapon wherewith she wards off the attention of the bagmen. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Instead of warming the hands, as many would suppose, this will, as long as the hands are wet, produce a distinct sensation of increased cold. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- Servants is in the arms o' Porpus, I think,' said the short chairman, warming his hands at the attendant link-boy's torch. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- For her own sake,' repeated Bradley, warming, 'and for her brother's, and as a perfectly disinterested person. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
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