Blushed
[blʌʃt]
Definition
(imp. & p. p.) of Blush
Typist: Owen
Examples
- Thomasin blushed a little. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Helena blushed at this, but, purposely misunderstanding the hint, made demure reply. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- Maria blushed and said nothing. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- She blushed again. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- No human evidence would ever have been able to persuade Martin Yorke that he blushed when thus addressed; yet blush he did, to the ears. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The priest smiled and blushed and shook his head. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Harriet blushed and smiled, and said something about wondering that people should like her so much. Jane Austen. Emma.
- She blushed slightly, and cast a grateful look on Mr. Jingle. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Rouge he certainly did not wear, for he was always pale, save when he blushed. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Caleb blushed, and after a little pause said-- Oh, I didn't tell you, Susan: I put my name to a bill for Fred; it was for a hundred and sixty pounds. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I laughed; and Caddy laughed and blushed, and went on. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Unlike Celia, she rarely blushed, and only from high delight or anger. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- He offered these friendly suggestions in such a lively way, that we both laughed and I scarcely blushed. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- Thank you, she said, squeezing it and looking into the Baronet's eyes, who blushed a good deal; how happy this will make Rawdon! William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Freeling blushed and looked melancholy and undecided. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Fred blushed, and Mr. Vincy found it impossible to do without his snuff-box in his hand, though he kept it closed. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Thomasin blushed. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- So I told him all, though I blushed to say how a young man had been speaking to me. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- The young lady blushed and laughed. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- He blushed a little, and ordering my coachman to stop, told me that I looked remarkably well and that he knew all about me. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Emmy and the Major blushed: we saw them from the stalls. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- She laughed and blushed: Mr. Lennox watched her countenance. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Mr. Giles, who had been feverishly putting the tea-cups to rights, blushed very red, and said that he had had that honour. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- Mary started up and blushed. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- If I had not been too old for the amiable weaknesses of youth, I believe I should have blushed at the notion of facing him myself. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- She blushed when Dixon, throwing the drawing-room door open, made an appeal for admiration. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- She blushed a little under his gaze. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Poor Jo blushed till she couldn't blush any redder, and her heart began to beat uncomfortably fast as she thought what she had said. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Pitt Crawley blushed a little too, and looked out of window. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Sissy blushed, and stood up. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
Typist: Owen