Clasping
[klɑ:spɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Clasp
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Examples
- Cassy drew back; and, clasping her hands, looked upward, and said, O, great Almighty God! Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Our single boatman attended to the sail; Raymond steered; Clara sat at his feet, clasping his knees with her arms, and laying her head on them. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Her hands were then nervously clasping together, but he took one of them. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- Her voice had sunk almost to a whisper, and she sat clasping and unclasping her hands about the handle of her sunshade. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Do this, cried Crispin, springing up and clasping Justinian by the hand, and I will be your friend for life! Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- My idea is getting so immense now,' cried Miss Wren, clasping her temples, 'that my head won't hold it! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- As he did so I staggered back clasping the sword tightly with my arm and thus fell to the ground with his weapon apparently protruding from my chest. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
- He fell backward in his chair, and, clasping his hands together, gazed on the apparition with a mingled look of abhorrence and fear. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Soon afterwards the day began to dawn, and he softly detached himself from the clasping hand, and cautiously looked out again. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- At that moment Clara flew towards me; clasping my knee she cried, Make haste back, uncle! Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- She leaned forward, clasping her knee in her thin hands, and looking away from him into remote dark distances. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Indeed, indeed, it was two other boys,' said Oliver, clasping his hands passionately, and looking round. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- I wept bitterly; and, clasping my hands in agony, I exclaimed, Oh! Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- He broke out suddenly while clasping me in his arms-- Cruel, cruel deserter! Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- I am so afraid of you, as not to let YOU go,' muttered Venus, sturdily, clasping him in his arms. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Clasping his hands, he uttered a short unearthly broken cry, and went his way. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Stop, my dearest diddle-diddle-darling, shouted Jos, now as bold as a lion, and clasping Miss Rebecca round the waist. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Dear boy, he answered, clasping my hands, I don't know when we may meet again, and I don't like good-bye. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- Her arm was raised, the hand clasping the ball of lapis lazuli. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- I'm not much of a story-teller, said our visitor, nervously clasping and unclasping his great, strong hands. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Archer's heart gave a jerk, and Madame Olenska, clasping her cloak and fan with one hand, held out the other to him. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- She has a look, at times, of a thing made out of fire and air, at which I stand and marvel, without a thought of clasping and kissing it. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Thank God, said Mr. Lorry, clasping his hands, that no one near and dear to me is in this dreadful town to-night. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- You shall have it,' replied Mr. Snodgrass, clasping his friend's hand. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- This exordium, and Miss Pross's two hands in quite agonised entreaty clasping his, decided Mr. Cruncher. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- I well remember mamma's clasping her hands, and exclaiming “This will end in a little man! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- The mother sat bunched up in silence, her beautiful white hands, that had no rings whatsoever, clasping the pommels of her arm-chair. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- I also forgive you freely, said Crispin, clasping the hand of the dying man; for by this confession you have not only given me a father, but a wife. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
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