Wildly

Examples

• I'm glad you think it good sport, brother, she continued, groping wildly through this amazement. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• A universal shriek arose as the russet boots waved wildly from the wreck and a golden head emerged, exclaiming, I told you so! Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Flinging the old man from him, he rushed from the room, and darted, wildly and furiously, up the stairs. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• And with this, feeling that he could say no more, Dobbin went away, Osborne sinking back in his chair, and looking wildly after him. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Shut up, the woman of Pablo said to him and suddenly remembering what she had seen in the hand in the afternoon she was wildly, unreasonably angry. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• She was up from the truckle-bed directly, wildly feeling about her for her basket, and gazing at him in affright. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• For a moment I looked wildly round my trap for any chance of escape; but there was none. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• He ran wildly to the door. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Tradition has preserved some wild strophes of the barbarous hymn which she chanted wildly amid that scene of fire and of slaughter:-- 1. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• The company made a circle round her and applauded as wildly as if she had been a Noblet or a Taglioni. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• The old man sat with his mouth open, staring wildly at Holmes. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• She started wildly from her couch, and flew to the cabin window. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• The lightning, darting and flashing through the blackness, showed wildly waving branches, whipping streamers and bending trunks. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• Both credit and currency begin to fluctuate wildly with the evaporation of public confidence. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• She has thrown herself upon the floor and lies with her hair all wildly scattered and her face buried in the cushions of a couch. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• A man at some distance is waving his arms wildly. John Dewey. Democracy and Education.
• They raced wildly after me until, finally, my foot struck a projecting piece of quartz, and down I went sprawling upon the moss. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• Mr. Winkle struck wildly against him, and with a loud crash they both fell heavily down. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• O, Mr Headstone, you talk quite wildly. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Mr. Wopsle, indeed, wildly cried out, No! Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• The beach was a desert of heaps of sea and stones tumbling wildly about, and the sea did what it liked, and what it liked was destruction. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• When she was lost to his view, he pursued his homeward way, glancing up sometimes at the sky, where the clouds were sailing fast and wildly. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• Scores of times the men in the boat escaped death only by a miracle, as the wildly thrashing black tail missed them but by a hair’s breadth. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• She walked up and down the room,--gazed wildly when any one entered, fancying that they might be the announcers of her doom. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• She knew the hour of her probation had come, and her poor heart beat wildly against its destiny. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• They spoke almost as loud as Feeling: and that clamoured wildly. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• But Cassy laughed wildly, and fled on. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Unguided, our vessel careened wildly in its mad flight, rising ever nearer the rocks above. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• He rushed wildly forward, and clenched the old man by the throat--but he was his father; and his arm fell powerless by his side. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Desperately, but not wildly, for she knew that if she lost distinctness of intention, all was lost and gone. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.

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