Gleamed

Examples

• As the low fire gleamed upon her, it showed her smiling, mournfully and abstractedly. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• We now slowly ascended a drive, and came upon the long front of a house: candlelight gleamed from one curtained bow-window; all the rest were dark. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Her eyes gleamed like fire as she confronted his mother, and broke into a frightful laugh. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Again a whitish object gleamed before me: it was a gate--a wicket; it moved on its hinges as I touched it. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• At length, a light on the summit of the rocky staircase gleamed through the snow and mist. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• The brilliant stones gleamed strangely against his smooth, brown hide. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• The broad pavement in front shone pale also; it gleamed as if some spell had transformed the dark granite to glistering Parian. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• He took heed of nothing but the ice, the snow, and the distance, until he saw a light ahead, which he knew gleamed from the Lock House window. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• His orbs gleamed with a deadly light, but his lips moved not. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• The lamp above was lit; it rained a November drizzle, as it had rained all day: the lamplight gleamed on the wet pavement. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Perched on its eternal hills, white and domed and solid, massed together and hooped with high gray walls, the venerable city gleamed in the sun. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• The darkness deepened and deepened, and they both lay quiet, until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• Almost stern lights sometimes crossed his brow and gleamed in his eyes. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• We suffered torture no pen can describe from the hungry appeals for bucksheesh that gleamed from Arab eyes and poured incessantly from Arab lips. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Shaking my hair from my eyes, I lifted my head and tried to look boldly round the dark room; at this moment a light gleamed on the wall. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• It was a fine frosty afternoon; the winter sun, already setting, gleamed pale on the tops of the garden-shrubs in the allée défendue. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• He was all gaiety; scraps of songs fell from his lips; every thought of his mind--every object about us, gleamed under the sunshine of his mirth. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• An opera hat was pushed to the back of his head, and an evening dress shirt-front gleamed out through his open overcoat. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• The detective mounted the stairs, and our lamp gleamed upon his shining waterproof. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• I saw him with a chair in his hand, a knife gleamed in hers. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• The occasional lamps gleamed on the expanse of muddy road and shining pavement. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• The sublime intoxication of opium gleamed in his eyes; the dew of a stealthy perspiration began to glisten on his face. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• In the course of some apparently animated discussion, Ginevra once or twice lifted her hand and arm; a handsome bracelet gleamed upon the latter. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• He was looking at me gravely and intently: at me, or rather at my pink dress--sardonic comment on which gleamed in his eye. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• In the spring air, the water gleamed and the opposite woods were purplish with new life. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• The pupils of his eyes were now contracted; his eyeballs gleamed in the light of the candle as he moved his head slowly to and fro. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• A big bed of embers still gleamed in the kitchen chimney, under an iron pot hung from an ancient crane. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• A fierce bull-dog face was framed in a tangle of hair and beard, and two bold, dark eyes gleamed behind the cover of thick, tufted, overhung eyebrows. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• Announced by a servant in livery, we entered a drawing-room whose hearth glowed with an English fire, and whose walls gleamed with foreign mirrors. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Whatever appearance of a world-wide order may have gleamed upon men's imaginations vanished at his death. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.

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