Phrases with "grew"

Robert Louis Stevenson Day by day throughout the passage, and thenceforward across all the States, and on to the shores of the Pacific, this knowledge grew more clear and melancholy. The Amateur Emigrant by Robert Louis Stevenson

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Lady May appeared more embarrassed as Mr. Longcluse grew less so. Checkmate by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu [1871]

Arnold Bennett Edwin grew nearly capable of homicide. Clayhanger by Arnold Bennett [1910]

George Gissing The ceremony, as is usual with all ceremonies, grew wearisome before its end. Born in Exile by George Gissing [1891]

Heath and fern covered the ground, but near the water grew dense masses of flag and bulrush, amongst which the light wind sighed wearily. The Book of Were-Wolves by S. Baring-Gould [1865]

Charles Dickens Bessy grew up a bright, affectionate, active girl; a daily comfort to her uncle and aunt. The Haunted House by Charles Dickens [1859]

In these circumstances he grew up wayward and extravagant, showing, however, a strong bent towards literature. A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature by John W. Cousin [1910]

It grew very hot, the sand rose and choked me, the mopani trees with their dull green wearied me, the ‘Kaffir queens’ and jays and rollers which flew about the path seemed to be there to mock me. Prester John by John Buchan

We dived for several thousand feet, but the confounded thing grew thicker and no sort of landmark could be found anywhere. Mr. Standfast by John Buchan [1919]

H. Rider Haggard In vain; the mist was denser than usual, although it grew grey with the light of the coming dawn. The People of the Mist by H. Rider Haggard

It was the facts that appealed and grew poignant from her courage. The Company of the Marjolaine by John Buchan

Andrew Lang But after a little while he grew restless, and went away on his travels, leaving his mother, his wife, and his sister behind him. The Grey Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

He got up every morning, and was in Mrs. Frost’s sitting-room with us until evening: but he grew nearly as weak as Sanker, and wanted pretty nearly as much waiting on. The Beginning of the End by Ellen Wood [1869]

Nathaniel Hawthorne But, as the breeze grew stronger, its voice among the branches was as if it said, “Hush! Hush!” and I resolved that to no mortal would I disclose what I had heard. The Blithedale Romance by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1852]

Edith Wharton Mrs. Lidcote flushed to her faded hair and grew pale again. Autres Temps . . . by Edith Wharton [1916]

Anthony Trollope But before the end of the first fortnight there grew upon her a feeling that even bank-notes become tawdry if you are taught to use them as curl-papers. Ayala’s Angel by Anthony Trollope

He threw the dog-skins into the fire, and the children, retaining their proper forms, grew up, and were the ancestors of the dog-rib nation. The Book of Were-Wolves by S. Baring-Gould [1865]

Anna Katherine Green As he dwelt upon this thought, his reflections grew more and more gloomy, and he had little to say till he reached the turn where the two men still awaited them. Dark Hollow by Anna Katherine Green

On his way home he overtook Hilda, near the gates of The Spaniards. She was very pale when they met, and she grew still paler as they shook hands. Wyllard's Weird by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1885]

Nathaniel Hawthorne After a brief space, the convulsion grew almost imperceptible, and finally subsided into the depths of his nature. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1850]

A terrible shudder shook her frame; her eyes grew inordinately large, her hair seemed to stand on end. The Widow Lerouge by Émile Gaboriau

George Gissing Throughout January, Barfoot was endeavouring to persuade his brother Tom to leave London, where the invalid’s health perceptibly grew worse. The Odd Women by George Gissing [1892]

Leon Trotsky Alarmist rumors and doubts were dispelled, and the spirit of the men grew firm. My Life by Leon Trotsky

Edgar Allan Poe They grew out of a personal defect in his mother. Humorous Tales by Edgar Allan Poe

I grew tired of being stared at. Unseen - Unfeared by Francis Stevens

She grew hot as she heard herself say them, even though she did not say them aloud. Descent into Hell by Charles Williams [1937]

E. F. Benson At first it was very small and dim, but as we looked it seemed to swim upwards from remote depths and grew larger till I suppose the space of some square yard was illuminated by it. Gavon’s Eve by E. F. Benson

Besides nothing in the world interested him so greatly as to think of what he would do when he grew up, a time that was very near to him already. Judith Paris by Hugh Walpole [1931]

Anton Chekhov The immense impression grew and grew, clouded consciousness, and turned into a sweet dream. The Chorus Girl and other stories by Anton Chekhov

Willa Cather As he grew older, he was more depressed by the conviction that his women-folk had added little to the warmth and comfort of the world. One of Ours by Willa Cather [1922]

Jack London At first suspicious and hostile, White Fang grew to like this petting. White Fang by Jack London [1906]

I grew angry, and declined so obvious a fate. Prester John by John Buchan

Margaret Oliphant He grew stronger as he went home along the streets in the changed light of the afternoon. Salem Chapel by Margaret Oliphant [1862]

Arthur Conan Doyle They laughed and laughed, these dogs, and as I tried to express by my bearing and gestures the contempt in which I held them their laughter grew all the louder. The Adventures of Gerard by Arthur Conan Doyle [1903]

Then gradually the conversation waned, the interjections grew fewer and finally Sarle got up and threw nearly all the papers into the fire. The House on the Island by Arthur Gask [1931]

H. G. Wells Presently the ravine grew narrower for a space, and carelessly I stepped into the stream. The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells [1896]

D. H. Lawrence He grew flushed, his eyes were bright, he sang in a manly tenor. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

Algernon Blackwood These feelings now grew steadily in power; and, obeying them, our bodies moved to new positions. Julius LeVallon by Algernon Blackwood [1916]

H. Rider Haggard Thicker grew the overshadowing branches, and darker grew the path, and now they journeyed lover-wise, with their arms around each other. Dawn by H. Rider Haggard

George Gissing Sunset and twilight came; the room grew dusk; then the servants appeared with lamps. The Emancipated by George Gissing [1889]

Abraham Merri Now for many sleeps, while he grew well, they had lain hidden within a land-locked cove of one of the golden isles. The Ship of Ishtar by Abraham Merri

Incredible stories were told of it in the island, and indignation at its existence grew at home and in the colonies. Romance by Joseph Conrad and Ford Madox Ford [1903]

Henry James She grew impatient of her situation at Poynton; she privately pronounced it false and horrid. The Spoils of Poynton by Henry James [1897]

Time and the pressure of inevitable circumstances were for him; every day his predominance grew more assured — and every night. Queen Victoria by Lytton Strachey

D. H. Lawrence After the fashion of his family, he grew stout and handsome. The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence

Anthony Trollope But as the period fixed for his departure grew near, it did occur to him as very odd that he should never hear Lucy’s voice unless when she said a few words to his mother, or to her sister-inlaw. Framley Parsonage by Anthony Trollope

George Gissing There, just as it grew dusk, some children were playing, and he tried to get amusement from their games. The Unclassed by George Gissing [1883]

She grew faint and dizzy; the blood was sucked from her heart. Mother by Maksim Gorky

Meanwhile Marshall, with a face which grew sterner each minute, sought his car in the hotel garage. The Haunted Woman by David Lindsay [1922]

George Gissing Such daily intercourse as had been established between her mother and herself grew less and less fruitful of real intimacy, till at length it was felt by both to be mere form. The Unclassed by George Gissing [1883]

D. H. Lawrence As he grew older Morel fell into a slow ruin. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

Willa Cather The sky grew pink, the sand grew gold. One of Ours by Willa Cather [1922]

George Gissing He grew to manhood in the first decade of our century, and wrought as a craftsman in a Midland town. Demos by George Gissing [1886]

H. G. Wells Larger grew the star, and larger, hotter, and brighter with a terrible swiftness now. The Star by H. G. Wells [1897]

His light, sparse beard grew unevenly upon his yellow, bony face; his mouth stood half-open; his eyes were sunk deep beneath his forehead, and glittered feverishly in their dark hollows. Mother by Maksim Gorky

George Gissing But he could not employ himself, could not even seek the relief of bodily exertion; his mind grew sluggish, and threw a lassitude upon his limbs. The Emancipated by George Gissing [1889]

Olaf Stapledon There grew up a general restlessness, a tendency to quarrel over nothing, a disposition to walk violently along the geometrically ruled ‘allées’ of that prim forest. Last Men in London by Olaf Stapledon

Leon Trotsky At the close of 1921, his condition grew worse. My Life by Leon Trotsky

D. H. Lawrence The knot in his throat grew harder, his face was drawn as if he were being strangled. The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence

Andrew Lang But how bright it was! Out of the book shot a streak of light which grew into a large tree and spread its branches far above the student. The Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Slowly as a fire is kindled, the passion grew and grew on her face. The Mill Mystery by Anna Katharine Green

William Hope Hodgson It grew more distinct, until it appeared to me that I harked to the breathings of some great sea. The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson

The trough now deepened, while the hills on either side grew steeper. A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay [1920]

R. D. Blackmore Here Maunder, the surviving son, grew up, and Insie, their last child, was born; and the land enjoyed peace for twenty years, because it was of little value. Mary Anerley by R. D. Blackmore [1880]

H. G. Wells And so continually, his picture of this world, and his conception of himself and what he would have to do, and ought to do and wanted to do, grew clearer. Star-Begotten by H. G. Wells [1937]

Nathaniel Hawthorne And, as his look grew even devilish, so, with an equal change did Mary Goffe become more sad, more mild, more pitiful, more like a sorrowing angel. The Snow Image and other stories by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1851]

Abraham Merri Also it grew steadily warmer, and the air filled with moisture, and mist wreaths floated over the ferns. Dwellers in the Mirage by Abraham Merri

The dispirited proprietor grew tired of his long struggle with this mighty enemy; so the wind was left to work its own will, and the Castle Inn fell slowly to decay. Lady Audley’s Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1862]

Elizabeth Gaskell During his absence, Barton grew worse; he had fallen across the bed, and his breathing seemed almost stopped; in vain did Mary strive to raise him, her sorrow and exhaustion had rendered her too weak. Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell [1848]

Walter Scott In process of time, the Laird’s Jock grew incapable of wielding his weapon, and finally of all active exertion, even of the most ordinary kind. Death of the Laird’s Jock by Walter Scott [1828]

Thomas Hardy I grew so accustomed to these exits and entrances that I resigned myself to them quite passively, talked to her, kissed her, corresponded with her, ached for her, in each of her several guises. The Well-Beloved by Thomas Hardy [1897]

H. G. Wells The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive. The Time Machine by H. G. Wells [1896]

George Gissing Night had now fallen; the grounds of the Exhibition shone with many-coloured illumination; the throng grew dense. Eve's Ransom by George Gissing [1894]

Edith Wharton That was a sore trial to me, I own, for I couldn’t go out, and sitting over my sewing all day, listening to the drip, drip of the eaves, I grew so nervous that the least sound made me jump. The Descent of Man and other stories by Edith Wharton [1903]

At the moment it grew suddenly dark, as if a veil had been thrown over a lamp. Romance by Joseph Conrad and Ford Madox Ford [1903]

Her finances grew more and more involved — grew at length irremediable. Books and Characters by Lytton Strachey

George Eliot I have said enough to indicate that my nature was of the sensitive, unpractical order, and that it grew up in an uncongenial medium, which could never foster it into happy, healthy development. The Lifted Veil by George Eliot [1859]

Abraham Merri As we drew by, our natives grew very silent; watched it furtively, fearfully. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

George MacDonald I grew yet more hopeful when I found her so far from stiff that I could carry her on one arm, like a sleeping child, leaning against my shoulder. Lilith by George MacDonald

Jack London It grew like an avalanche, and it descended without warning upon the man and the fire, and the fire was blotted out! Where it had burned was a mantle of fresh and disordered snow. Lost Face by Jack London

Arthur Machen The person from whom I got my information, as you may suppose, no great Puritan, shuddered and grew sick in telling me of the nameless infamies which were laid to her charge. The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen

H.P. Lovecraft Suddenly the walls seemed to fall away ahead, and the stench and the wailing grew stronger. The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H.P. Lovecraft [1927]

H. Rider Haggard They looked, and the face of the corse grew bright. Eric Brighteyes by H. Rider Haggard

Day had declined, and the crescent moon was high in the heavens: each instant its beams grew more refulgent, as twilight yielded to night. Lodore by Mary Shelley

Mr. Layne fell into ill health as he grew older, and advertised for a partner. A Tale of Sin by Ellen Wood [1870]

And they grew till they grew to the church roof, And then they couldn’t grow any higher; So they twined themselves in a true lovers’ knot, For all lovers true to admire. Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson [1945]

Bram Stoker As the inrush of birds continued, their wings beating against the crackling rushes, Lady Arabella grew pale, and almost fainted. The Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker [1911]

H. Rider Haggard Ospakar grew fearful, for he could make no play with this youngling. Eric Brighteyes by H. Rider Haggard

Benjamin Disraeli Never perhaps did a man feel more nervous; he grew pale, paler even than usual, and his whole frame trembled as the approaching footstep of the servant assured him the door was about to open. Venetia by Benjamin Disraeli [1837]

F. Scott Fitzgerald As minute by minute she grew wearier of his softness, his anguish increased. Taps at Reveille by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1935]

In his infancy Cortes is said to have had a feeble constitution, which strengthened as he grew older. The History of the Conquest of Mexico by William Hickling Prescott [1843]

Elizabeth Gaskell But, to all appearance, he grew clever and gentleman-like. The Crooked Branch by Elizabeth Gaskell [1859]

Elizabeth Gaskell When Annie grew sleepy, she still kept fast hold of one of Tom’s fingers in her little, round, soft hand, and he began to know the happy feeling of loving somebody again. Hand and Heart by Elizabeth Gaskell [1849]

I remember that it grew from five distinct points round your forehead, which pleased me very much. In Normandy by Ella D'Arcy [1904]

The more irretrievable his poverty became, the firmer grew his resolve not to burden with his wants any more distant relation. Lodore by Mary Shelley

Willa Cather We saw all the old instruments of torture; rusty iron cages where a man couldn’t lie down or stand up, but had to sit bent over till he grew crooked. One of Ours by Willa Cather [1922]

William Hope Hodgson I seemed to hear a soft padding of many feet, and a faint, inarticulate whisper of sound, grew on my sense. The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson

It grew darker and darker, and there I still sat, loath as ever to leave the good fire; and after a while two men came in, carrying between them a corpse. Irish Fairy Tales by edited by W. B. Yeats

Henry James They were droll enough at first; then they grew rather a bore. The Way it Came by Henry James [1896]

The pickers never grew tired of singing them; they must have sung both of them several hundred times over before the season came to an end. A Clergyman’s Daughter by George Orwell

Edgar Allan Poe So in the end he grew worse, and at length died, a lesson to all riotous livers. Humorous Tales by Edgar Allan Poe

Then it grew precipitous, and the ascent demanded greater circumspection and intelligence. A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay [1920]

Willa Cather The intervals of the distant artillery fire grew shorter, as if the big guns were tuning up, choking to get something out. One of Ours by Willa Cather [1922]

And this was to be my future, without hope of change or respite, until I grew an old woman worn-out with the drudgery of tuition! The half-year wore itself slowly away. Milly Darrell by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1873]

Henry James During this moment he leaned back on the bench, meeting her in silence and with a face that grew more strange. In the Cage by Henry James [1898]

The thick darkness oppressed the soul; and at length even the glow of the distant volcanoes, which had been gradually diminishing, grew dimmer and fainter, and finally faded out altogether. A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder by James De Mille [1888]

Charles Dickens THE AFFAIR grew out of a nomination for Sheriff of Grant county. American Notes for General Circulation by Charles Dickens [1842]

The line of secrecy that he had begun to map out grew sharper, but only to reveal an inscrutable background. Lost Horizon by James Hilton

Ford Madox Ford The pebbles in the gravel of the trench grew clear and individual. A Man Could Stand Up by Ford Madox Ford [1926]

Edgar Allan Poe As might be supposed from the origin of his disorder, he grew infected with system, and with abstraction. Romances of Death by Edgar Allan Poe

Henry Handel Richardson Towards five o’clock, the ice grew more crowded, and especially was this the case on Wednesdays and Saturdays, when the schools had half-holidays. Maurice Guest by Henry Handel Richardson

George MacDonald And the hunting-leopard grew to a jaguar, all covered with spots like eyes. At the Back of the North Wind by George MacDonald

H. Rider Haggard Hark! a faint sound stole across the quiet waters, a sound which grew into a clamour of fear and rage. The People of the Mist by H. Rider Haggard

Anatole France The proprietor of this engraving inspired me with a consideration which grew afterwards when I took, thanks to M. Coignard, a great liking for books. At the Sign of the Reine Pédauque by Anatole France

Rudyard Kipling Then the Elephant’s Child grew all breathless, and panted, and kneeled down on the bank and said, ‘You are the very person I have been looking for all these long days. Just So Stories for Little Children by Rudyard Kipling [1902]

However, she admitted that my sanctuary was well enough for me, because of my having lived among the Caskians and studied their sublime ethics until I grew into the meanings of them. Unveiling a Parallel by Alice Ilgenfritz Jones and Ella Merchant [1893]

Henry Handel Richardson And then, of a sudden, he grew solicitous about the children: their morning walk, their daily dip in the sea. Ultima Thule by Henry Handel Richardson

E. Phillips Oppenheim The music, with its message of reassurance, grew louder. The Glenlitten Murder by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1929]

H.P. Lovecraf Nowhere, however, could he find ease and content; and as he grew older the staleness and limitations of life became more and more maddening to him. Fragments by H.P. Lovecraf

I told him my story, and as I proceeded he grew graver and graver. Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Jack London And Old Hero reckoned that as the spring came on and he grew spryer, he’d have to get out and do a little snooping around himself. The Red One by Jack London [1918]

Andrew Lang A splendid palace reared itself on the hill just outside the walls of the city, made of the most exquisite flowers that ever grew in mortal garden. The Yellow Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

H. Rider Haggard After this the afternoon wore drearily on, and towards evening, there still being no signs of Flossie, our anxiety grew very keen. Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard

Elizabeth Gaskell Mr Farquhar’s reports were so little varied that Jemima grew anxious to know more particulars. Ruth by Elizabeth Gaskell [1853]

When they heard the ladies wail so pitifully, some first grew ware that they should dress them. The Nibelungenlied by translated by Daniel B. Shumway

I kept on sculling, and gradually the sharp fusillade of dry twigs grew more distant, more muffled in the fog. Romance by Joseph Conrad and Ford Madox Ford [1903]

Nellie Bly Mrs. Caine grew more and more anxious. Ten Days in a Mad-House by Nellie Bly

Rudyard Kipling The public began to read and reason upon higher planes, and the Syndicate grew rich. Limits and Renewals by Rudyard Kipling [1932]

H. G. Wells Then we grew malignant, and thought of barricades and significant violence. In the Days of the Comet by H. G. Wells [1906]

George Gissing But his face grew so haggard in fixed misery that compassion at length prevailed over her injured pride. New Grub Street by George Gissing [1891]

Willa Cather They grew up under the shadow of being “different,” and formed no close friendships. One of Ours by Willa Cather [1922]

Le Mesurier waited till the silence grew round and complete again. The Web of Maya by Ella D'Arcy [1895]

Andrew Lang To this the jogi consented; and thus he lived for some time upon the king’s bounty, whilst the fame of his godliness grew day by day. The Lilac Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Edith Wharton They hung on him insistently as darkness fell, and Siena grew vocal with that shrill diversity of sounds that breaks, on summer nights, from every cleft of the masonry in old Italian towns. The Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton [1913]

Andrew Lang So Tanner grew up in spite of hunger and drink. Letters on Literature by Andrew Lang

Algernon Blackwood There grew upon me, first as by dim and curious suggestion, a sense of ordered preparation slowly accumulating behind the mass of shadowy trees. Julius LeVallon by Algernon Blackwood [1916]

George Meredith A certain madness of an hour half past, Caught her like fever; her just lord no friend She fancied; aimed beyond beauty, and thence grew The prim acerbity, sweet Love’s outcast. Poems and Lyrics of the Joy of Earth by George Meredith [1883]

D.H. Lawrence He waved his thin, bare, white arms as he leapt, his chest grew pink with the exercise. Twilight in Italy by D.H. Lawrence [1916]

Gradually the Indians following us grew more numerous and bolder. My Life and Loves by Frank Harris

George Gissing But when at length she succeeded in meeting his look steadily her thought grew clear again. Thyrza by George Gissing [1887]

Suddenly the world grew light about him, the shadows fled away. The hesitation of Miss Anderson by Sara Jeannette Duncan [1903]

The sky was blue above, and the air impregnated with fragrance by the rare flowers that grew among the weeds. The Last Man by Mary Shelley

E. F. Benson The eyes of the guests, pair by pair, grew absorbed in meditation, for all were beginning to recall a mystery that had baffled them. Mapp and Lucia by E. F. Benson [1931]

Well, Tom Rymer, the poor clergyman’s son, grew to be as intimate there as if it were his home, and he and Susannah struck up a friendship that continued all the years he was at the next door. A Life of Trouble by Ellen Wood [1870]

James Joyce It grew bigger and bigger and bigger. Ulysses by James Joyce [1922]

Abraham Merri He grew more indignant — said that he dealt with gods, not barbers! “But now I know better. The Ship of Ishtar by Abraham Merri

Thus, in the collapse of his fortunes, the son grew all-important in the father’s eyes. The House with the Green Shutters by George Douglas Brown [1901]

I grew nervous with anxiety at last, and begged Seraphina to go in. Romance by Joseph Conrad and Ford Madox Ford [1903]

Throughout the second stage he grew more and more drowsy. The Vision of Sudden Death by Thomas de Quincey

Edgar Allan Poe The conversation soon grew animated. Tales of Science by Edgar Allan Poe

George Gissing On and on, and it grew dusk about him. Isabel Clarendon by George Gissing [1886]

Andrew Lang At last he grew a little quieter, but remained as puzzled as ever. The Brown Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Edith Wharton She shut her eyes, and even these things grew dim to her. Summer by Edith Wharton [1917]

Washington Irving By degrees the rigor of the club relaxed: some of the members grew negligent. The Life of Oliver Goldsmith by Washington Irving [1840]

H. G. Wells They grew scattered, as if wild, among the variegated shrubs, but, as I say, I did not examine them closely at this time. The Time Machine by H. G. Wells [1896]

Algernon Blackwood The inner perception clouded and grew dark. Sand by Algernon Blackwood [1912]

Arnold Bennett His mind rose to the finest manifestations of her individuality, and the inconveniences of that individuality grew negligible. These Twain by Arnold Bennett [1916]

Andrew Lang This was the way she chose of making him fond of her; but afterwards, as he grew older, she spared no pains in educating and training him as a prince should be trained. The Green Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

F. Scott Fitzgerald She grew restless drowsing there out of life and time while the summer months faded. The Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1922]

Jonathan Swif We were very civil, but yet when we grew warm, we talked in a friendly manner of party. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

And they all grew silent and turned their eyes upon her. Mother by Maksim Gorky

He grew eccentric and misanthropical; he affected an utter indifference as to what became of him. Lady Audley’s Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1862]

Henry James A period of bad weather had settled upon Gardencourt; the days grew shorter and there was an end to the pretty tea-parties on the lawn. Portrait of a Lady by Henry James [1881]

T. E. Lawrence He was a martinet, and a born mounted officer, and by his spartan exercises the much-beaten mule-riders grew painfully into excellent soldiers, instantly obedient and capable of formal attack. Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T. E. Lawrence [1926]

Henry James She was not a woman of business; she turned them, no doubt, to indifferent account; but she sold them piece by piece, and they kept her going while her daughter grew up. The Tragic Muse by Henry James [1890]

Marjorie Bowen There was a meaning pause, and Orleans grew restless in the silence and moved away. The Viper of Milan by Marjorie Bowen [1906]

Meanwhile blue day succeeded blue day, and while the water grew lower in the tank, the children, with Jimmy for leader, had almost forgotten the boy who had told them stories. The Ghost Ship by Richard Middleton

H. G. Wells But, as it happened, he grew orchids, and had one ambitious little hothouse. The Stolen Bacillus and other incidents by H. G. Wells [1895]

Virginia Woolf Soon, however, Orlando grew tired, not only of the discomfort of this way of life, and of the crabbed streets of the neighbourhood, but of the primitive manner of the people. Orlando by Virginia Woolf [1928]

Guy de Maupassan It grew brighter from second to second, lighting up on the sea in the distance the dancing crest of the waves. A Cremation by Guy de Maupassan

Henry Handel Richardson Also, as time passed and Lallie grew easier in her new state, it was not to be denied that she turned a trifle freakish. Ultima Thule by Henry Handel Richardson

William Hope Hodgson And, indeed, she looked once at me in such wise, that I grew near to a true humbleness of heart because of the honour and love that did be in her eyes. The Night Land by William Hope Hodgson

Andrew Lang When the wolverine, who was very particular about his clothes, came to put it on, he grew very angry. The Brown Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

George MacDonald You couldn’t expect her to throw off a hundred of them at once — could you?” “Certainly not,” said Diamond. “So it grew very dark; and a dog began to yelp in the house. At the Back of the North Wind by George MacDonald

Arthur Conan Doyle In the hush and tension of their nerves low sounds grew suddenly loud upon their ears. The Tragedy of the Korosko by Arthur Conan Doyle [1898]

Nathaniel Hawthorne His hand, by an instantaneous change, became like ice within hers, which likewise grew so icy that their insensible fingers might have rattled, one against the other. The Marble Faun by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1860]

Edgar Allan Poe I grew self-willed, addicted to the wildest caprices, and a prey to the most ungovernable passions. William Wilson by Edgar Allan Poe

Margaret Oliphant He grew red, and then he grew pale. The Wizard's Son by Margaret Oliphant [1882]

Arnold Bennett She grew reconciled to everything. The Old Wives’ Tale by Arnold Bennett [1908]

Bram Stoker When it grew dark there seemed to be some excitement amongst the passengers, and they kept speaking to him, one after the other, as though urging him to further speed. Dracula by Bram Stoker [1897]

Jane Austen Her resolution of refusal only grew more interesting by the addition of a scheme for his subsequent consolation and happiness. Emma by Jane Austen [1816]

Sometimes clear and terribly penetrating, sometimes angelically mild, this gaze grew dull and colourless, so to speak, in his contemplative moments. Balzac by Frederick Lawton

Yet in the gloom of the night his face grew warm. Signa by Ouida

George Gissing What claim had you upon him when he grew up?” “Again you speak in ignorance of what happened. Sleeping Fires by George Gissing [1896]

Guy de Maupassan He grew as red as a beet, and he would cough it up, stamping, twisting, choking, beating the air with his hands. The Child by Guy de Maupassan

Nowadays, we know what Tennyson was like before he grew that frightful beard. The Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey

Maria Edgeworth From the time it was four years old, little Harry Ormond became his darling and grew up his favourite. Ormond by Maria Edgeworth

The last gloom, too, had passed from that happy community, for Olioll, who had always been stupid and unteachable, grew clever, and this was the more miraculous because it had come of a sudden. The Secret Rose by William Butler Yeats [1897]

Abraham Merri Far away a square of light appeared, grew quickly larger. The Metal Monster by Abraham Merri

Rudyard Kipling His big eyes twinkled, he dug his long thin hands into his gray beard and tugged it as he grew animated. Many Inventions by Rudyard Kipling [1893]

They grew all the old-fashioned varieties — ashleaf kidney, early rose, American rose, magnum bonum, and the huge misshaped white elephant. Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson [1945]

Willa Cather He grew old there, — and even she, alas! grew older. A Lost Lady by Willa Cather [1923]

Anthony Trollope When they had made their twenty-first procession the thing certainly grew stale, and as they brought with them an infinity of dirt, they were no doubt a nuisance. Miss Mackenzie by Anthony Trollope [1865]

I liked him; he was always gentlemanly; and I grew to dislike their calling him Baked Pie as much as he disliked it himself. The Beginning of the End by Ellen Wood [1869]

George Gissing The summer lightning ceased, and it grew very dark. Isabel Clarendon by George Gissing [1886]

Dark and direful grew his slumber thus visited; and in a way that accorded well with its terrors, he was awakened. The Wyvern Mystery by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

George Gissing Neither had it as yet snowed; but now every moment the welkin grew more leaden, and the wind whistled along the scraggy hedgerows with an ominous note. Workers in the Dawn by George Gissing [1880]

Arnold Bennett And when he saw the lively gestures of a Mr. Scales in apparently intimate talk with a Constance hidden behind boxes, his uneasiness grew into fury. The Old Wives’ Tale by Arnold Bennett [1908]

Arthur Conan Doyle Then it grew louder and more distinct — it was a clear rat-tat-tat. The Land of Mist by Arthur Conan Doyle [1926]

H. G. Wells He said no word of this scepticism as it grew in his mind. Marriage by H. G. Wells [1912]