Wrung

Examples

• You will wring no more hearts as you wrung mine. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• The banker wrung his hands. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• I was heart-wrung. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Yet, perhaps, more than he seemed to feel it; for he was not a man from whom grief easily wrung tears. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• I took off my trousers and wrung them too, then my shirt and under clothing. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• I took off my coat, took my wallet with my papers and my money all wet in it out of the inside pocket and then wrung the coat out. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• Well, then, said Defarge, as if a thought were wrung out of his breast, it _is_ a long time. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• Thank you, Miss Swartz; and he went up and wrung her hand. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• It wrung my heart to see her; it wrung my heart to hear her. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• I wrung the brine from my hair; and the rays of the risen sun soon visited me with genial warmth. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• But I was soon relieved by one of our servants, who wrung off the bird's neck, and I had him next day for dinner, by the queen's command. Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels into Several Remote Nations of the World.
• The girl threw herself into a chair, with her back towards him: and wrung her hands; but made no reply. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• He wrung his hand, only adding, 'Blind leaders of the blind, Pancks! Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Strange that Creation, designed expressly for Monseigneur, should be so soon wrung dry and squeezed out! Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• He caught my hand before I was aware of him, and wrung it hard--then turned to the door, stopped, and came back to me again. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I had no horses--she wrung her hands. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• I sank on the wet doorstep: I groaned--I wrung my hands--I wept in utter anguish. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The widow rocked herself to and fro, and wrung her hands. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• He wrung his hands in an agony of apprehension, and swayed backward and forward in his chair. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• They are then slightly wrung and dried sufficiently for ironing. William K. David. Secrets of Wise Men, Chemists and Great Physicians.
• Sometimes I stood still, and wrung my hands. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• One of the brightest jewels in the British crown, wrung from his Majesty by the barons, I believe, Mr. Jinks? Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• She looked at me, and looked at Sarah, and Sarah's countenance wrung out of her watchful face a cruel smile. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• The prisoner wrung his hand. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• The Sergeant wrung my hand, and darted out into the court-yard, hotter still on his side. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• I could speak no more at that time, but I wrung his hand; and if ever I have loved and honoured any man, I loved and honoured that man in my soul. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• And as for Rawdon, he turned as red as scarlet, and wrung off Briggs's hand, so great was his rapture and his confusion at the meeting. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Then suddenly he plunged forward, wrung my hand, and congratulated me warmly on my success. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Therefore his people return, and the waters of a full cup are wrung out to them, and they say, How doth God know? Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.

Typed by Bernadine