Drifted

Examples

• Everything that arose before his mind drifted him on, faster and faster, more and more steadily, to the terrible attraction. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• Slowly the launch drifted round in a pathetic, clumsy circle, and slunk away to the land, retreating into the dimness. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• He drifted on swiftly to Beldover, half-unconscious of his own movement. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• His name was familiar to me, for many years ago my parents were acquainted with him, but they drifted apart. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Nay, tell me how you class your wealth of books The drifted relics of all time. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• They drifted through the wild, late afternoon, in a beautiful motion that was smiling and transcendent. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Not a sign of life was manifest upon her as she drifted slowly with the light breeze in a southeasterly direction. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
• He drifted, as on a wind, veered, and went drifting away. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• They drifted northward as the snows melted for summer pasture, and southward to winter pasture after the custom of the steppes. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• So they drifted almost motionless, in silence. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Dora drifted away at once, like a leaf lifted on a breath of wind. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• She drifted forward as if scarcely conscious, her long blanched face lifted up, not to see the world. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Her thoughts drifted into unconsciousness, she sat as if asleep beside the fire. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Give me a kiss then--' Winifred silently kissed the sick man, and drifted out of the room. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• And there was the empty room to prove that he had drifted out again. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• So he drifted on and on, unconscious and weak, not thinking of anything, so long as he could keep in action. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• I have drifted along hopelessly for a hundred pages of manuscript without knowing where to commence. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• The next day a keen wind brought fresh and blinding falls; by twilight the valley was drifted up and almost impassable. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• She had drifted somewhat under the keel of the vessel, and her being out of sight occasioned the delay in finding her. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• Once or twice we drifted into talk, and I can remember that more than once he expressed a keen interest in my methods of observation and inference. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• Holmes shrugged his shoulders with a glance of comic resignation towards the Colonel, and the talk drifted away into less dangerous channels. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• The gay plumage, shorn from the crests, drifted upon the breeze like snow-flakes. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Luckily the punt drifted so that he could catch hold of a willow bough, and pull it to the island. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• It was as if Time had drifted us back on the wreck of our early hopes to the old familiar shore! Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• We went out in the snow but it was drifted so that we could not walk far. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• My marriage had drifted us away from each other. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• Meanwhile, as the father drifted more and more out of life, Gerald experienced more and more a sense of exposure. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Leaving just room enough for the play of the oars, she kept alongside, drifting when we drifted, and pulling a stroke or two when we pulled. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• So, from marvel to marvel you have drifted on, thinking all the time that the one last seen must be the chiefest. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Then, as it lowered its speed near Yonkers, she rose from her seat and drifted slowly down the carriage. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.

Typist: Richard