Contemplating
[kɔntempleitɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Contemplate
Typist: Natalie
Examples
- I hope we are friends, was the unmoved reply; while he still watched the rising of the moon, which he had been contemplating as I approached. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Madame Defarge, with her arms folded, sat in the morning light and heat, contemplating the wine-shop and the street. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- Mr. Bucket looks at him as if his face were a vista of some miles in length and he were leisurely contemplating the same. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Contemplating the reproduction, he seemed to see, for the second time, in the appeal and in the confession of weakness, a little fear. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- My guardian stood before me, contemplating the birds, and I had no need to look beyond him. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- I lighted on you, Mr. Barsad, coming out of the prison of the Conciergerie while I was contemplating the walls, an hour or more ago. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- I had no notion that he liked me so very much, said Harriet, contemplating the letter. Jane Austen. Emma.
- Contemplating the scene? Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- You were never tired of contemplating me, nor I of contemplating you. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Mr. Snagsby descends and finds the two 'prentices intently contemplating a police constable, who holds a ragged boy by the arm. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- It brought before her eyes the spectre of a worn-out woman knocking at a door which she would not open; and she shrank from contemplating it. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- I sat in the ball-room in the interval, contemplating the apprentices. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Bradley put the purse in his pocket, grasped his left wrist with his right hand, and sat rigidly contemplating the fire. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Certainly, it has trained you down, Mr Wegg,' said Venus, contemplating his figure with an artist's eye. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- I embraced five opportunities of passing her cabinet that day, with a view to contemplating her charms, and finding out the secret of their influence. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Then he slowly released his left hand from its pocket, and made that bush of his whiskers, still contemplating him in silence. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- You should have seen her whenever I have laid on her lap some trifle; so cool, so unmoved: no eagerness to take, not even pleasure in contemplating. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
Typist: Natalie