Groped

Examples

• He groped his way up, he entered the garret, he found Evadne stretched speechless, almost lifeless on her wretched bed. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• Then he gave a short laugh, and drew out a gold cigarette-case, in which, with plump jewelled fingers, he groped for a gold-tipped cigarette. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Up he got, groped his way to the piano, laid a kind hand on either of the broad shoulders, and said, as gently as a woman, I know, my boy, I know. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Then he groped in the darkness of the carriage for the little bell that signalled orders to the coachman. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• And his shadow on the border of the pond, was watching for a few moments, then he stooped and groped on the ground. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• He groped; I arrested his wandering hand, and prisoned it in both mine. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• We, being men, took a dark lantern that was standing on Brittle's hob, and groped our way downstairs in the pitch dark,--as it might be so. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• Ay, ay, he's a 'complice you can't send out o' the country, said Mr. Crabbe, the glazier, who gathered much news and groped among it dimly. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• This in a land which has groped in the midnight of priestly superstition for sixteen hundred years! Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• As I groped out the door, and knocked at it hesitatingly, I felt that last idea to be a mere chimera. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• We groped round the widened space to find the entrance, and after a time fancied that we had succeeded. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• He groped his way back to the house, and, re-entering it, closed the door. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• I groped on the floor, wringing my hands wildly. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• So we only groped through the dismal labyrinth of St. Callixtus, under the Church of St. Sebastian. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• He complied, and we groped our way down the dark stairs together. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• I groped on. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The Jew again bade her good-night, and, bestowing a sly kick upon the prostrate form of Mr. Sikes while her back was turned, groped downstairs. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• I groped my way to the door, and putting my own lips to the keyhole, whispered: 'Is that you, Peggotty dear? Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.

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