Ached
[eɪkt]
Definition
(imp. & p. p.) of Ache
Typist: Lycurgus
Examples
- My head ached with wondering how it happened, if men were neither fools nor rascals; and my heart ached to think they could possibly be either. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Margaret's heart ached to see him; yet, as he did not speak, she did not like to volunteer any attempt at comfort. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- The advice was followed readily, for the feverish symptoms increased, and her head ached acutely. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
- Our bones were nearly knocked out of joint, we were wild with excitement, and our sides ached with the jolting we had suffered. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- The scouts were hot and tired; the bowlers were changed and bowled till their arms ached; but Dumkins and Podder remained unconquered. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Poor maid, her heart has ached enough about it. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Her mind and body ached now with the recollection of all she had done and said within the last forty-eight hours. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Bulstrode, sitting opposite to her, ached at the sight of that grief-worn face, which two months before had been bright and blooming. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- On the top of the hill El Sordo lay behind the automatic rifle laughing so that his chest ached, so that he thought the top of his head would burst. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- You sent me a letter; and my heart ached to read that as I hope yours never will. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Instead of taking offence, Sergeant Cuff seized my hand, and shook it till my fingers ached again. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Margaret's heart ached at his restlessness--his trying to stifle and strangle the hideous fear that was looming out of the dark places of his heart. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Margaret's heart ached within her. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- My leg ached and I was tired but we made good time. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I ha' thought till my brains ached,--Beli' me, John, I have. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- She told me her head ached all the time, lately. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Her body ached with fatigue, and with the constriction of her attitude in Gerty's bed. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Even lawyers have hearts, and mine ached a little as I took leave of her. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- The French-gray cloak and small beaver bonnet were known to Martin; it was the very costume his eyes had ached to catch. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- My arms and shoulders and back ached and my hands were sore. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
Typist: Lycurgus