Fluttered
[flʌtəd]
Examples
- I'm too young, faltered Meg, wondering why she was so fluttered, yet rather enjoying it. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Her blue, bright dress fluttered in the wind, her thick scarlet stockings were brilliant above the whiteness. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Caroline used to be fluttered by them at first, but she had now got into the way of parrying these home-thrusts like a little Quakeress. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- On the walks, swept that morning, yellow leaves had fluttered down again. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Mr. Chillip was fluttered again, by the extreme severity of my aunt's manner; so he made her a little bow and gave her a little smile, to mollify her. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Her heart fluttered, if his did not, at this interview. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Their pale eyes clung together in prolonged and serious consultation; then a faint smile fluttered over Mrs. van der Luyden's face. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- The spirit fluttered for a moment on the threshold of its little prison, and, unconscious of captivity, took wing. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Yes, an umbrella, held with evident difficulty against the blast; behind it fluttered a French-gray cloak. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- He was not calm; his spirits were evidently fluttered; there was restlessness about him. Jane Austen. Emma.
- He seemed to be almost as nervous and fluttered, every now and then, as his lady herself. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- As I turned to speak to her the brute broke loose and fluttered off among the others. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- Her hand fluttered from its chair-arm and lit on his with a clutch of little pale nails like bird-claws. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- The cage door opened, and when the small bird, reared in captivity, had tamely fluttered in, he saw it shut again; and then he came away. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- Here Wegg rose, and balancing himself on his wooden leg, fluttered over his prey with extended hand. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- In vain she fluttered the leaves of books, or made statuettes in clay. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Surely something white fluttered from that window--surely a hand waved a handkerchief. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- But she was terribly fluttered, as after some dreadful fight. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- At that I laughed, but trembled a little too, for I was rather fluttered after being so fiery. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- He heard a murmur of skirts beside him, and the Marchioness Manson fluttered out of the drawing-room window. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- Not very well, dear Mr Boffin; I have fluttered myself by being--perhaps foolishly--uneasy and anxious. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Instead of falling to the floor, as we expected, it flew across the room and struck the ceiling, where it fluttered a while and finally sank to the floor. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
- Yet it was not so very long ago that Bella had been fluttered by the discovery that this same Secretary and lodger seem to like her. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- When it had fluttered out of sight, he turned his face towards the water and stood thinking. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- Then suddenly he tore up his music sheets, one by one, and as the last fluttered out of his hand, he said soberly to himself. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- The Secretary took the book--she had fluttered the leaves as if it were a fan--and walked beside her. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- She opened the envelope and a cheque fluttered to the floor. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Mrs Boffin, lost in her own fluttered inability to make this out, looked at Mr Boffin. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Something fluttered down as light as leaves. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Of the others one smiled at us and put out her tongue and fluttered it up and down. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
Edited by Jacqueline