We
[wiː] or [wi]
Definition
(pl. ) of I
(obj.) The plural nominative case of the pronoun of the first person; the word with which a person in speaking or writing denotes a number or company of which he is one, as the subject of an action expressed by a verb.
Typed by Camilla
Definition
pron.pl. of I: I and others.
Checker: Tom
Examples
- It was already dark when we reached it. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- How we shall conciliate this little creature, said Mrs. Bretton to me, I don't know: she tastes nothing, and by her looks, she has not slept. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Eglow, Eglonitz--here we are, Egria. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- We have been on the look-out for him, and there was some idea that he had got away to America. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- It was not good for him to talk too much, and when he was silent, we were silent too. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- We went to the 'commissionaire' of the hotel--I don't know what a 'commissionaire' is, but that is the man we went to--and told him we wanted a guide. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- We had walked through two armies without incident. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Sixteen shillings sterling, we are told by Mr Byron, was the price of a good horse in the capital of Chili. Adam Smith. An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations.
- But are we men's equals, or are we not? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I think that we have gathered all that we can. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- There is something terribly appalling in our situation, yet my courage and hopes do not desert me. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- We were then led up to the door, where we were directed to get down on our hands and knees with our backs toward the room we were to enter. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- Again you find us, Miss Summerson, said he, using our little arts to polish, polish! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Our fair client seemed a little confused. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- This principle we derive from experience, and is the source of most of our philosophical reasonings. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
- But she took such a long walk up and down our rooms that night, while I was writing to Agnes, that I began to think she meant to walk till morning. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- This is the arm of which so much was heard during the recent war with Spain, and against which our soldiers had to contend. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- He was born in the tenth year of our marriage, just when I had given up all hope of being a father. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- As our visitor concluded, Holmes sprang up without a word, handed me my hat, picked his own from the table, and followed Dr. Trevelyan to the door. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- It an't our stations in life that changes us, Mr Clennam; thoughts is free! Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- He made that brief reply warmly, dropping his hand on the table while he spoke, and turning towards us again. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Yes, but such care could have been furnished by any one of us. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Do you mean to join us at dinner? Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Let it suffice h ere to state that Rutherford assumes that the greater mass of the atom consis ts o f negatively charged particles rotating about a positive nucle us. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- And then let us be going. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- The Colonel and the Inspector were awaiting us in the parlor. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- In speaking of education Plato rather startles us by affirming that a child must be trained in falsehood first and in truth afterwards. Plato. The Republic.
- 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.
- Again you find us, Miss Summerson, said he, using our little arts to polish, polish! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- The ice, you see, was broken between us--and I thought I would take care, on the next occasion, that Mr. Betteredge was out of the way. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
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