Phrases with "whose"

John Morley You, who are classical, will not be displeased to know that it was formerly the seat of Waller, the poet, whose house, or part of it, makes at present the farmhouse within an hundred yards of me. Burke by John Morley [1879]

Two or three servants, drowsy or drunken, lay about on the couches in the great vaulted entrance whose white and red marbles gleamed in the golden glory of the slanting sunrays. Signa by Ouida

Guy de Maupassan Certainly he did not believe himself in love with Annette. The Countess, whose watchful jealousy never slept, had foreseen this danger from afar, and had signaled it before it even existed. Strong as Death by Guy de Maupassan

George Gissing Not till it had struck three or four times could he remember that it must be Big Ben at Westminster, whose tones were borne so plainly to his ear by the wind. Workers in the Dawn by George Gissing [1880]

Guy de Maupassan On the stream passed the flotillas of light craft, long, slender wherries, swiftly rowed by bare-armed oarsmen, whose muscles played beneath their bronzed skin. Yvette by Guy de Maupassan

Walter Besant Oh, what would she give me? For the moment I felt as if this farmer’s wench, whose father was but a common gipsy, actually knew the will of Heaven and could control the future. Dorothy Forster by Walter Besant [1884]

The night watchman, it turned out, had received leave to present himself a couple of hours later on that particular night, and the hotel fireman, whose duties he took over, had missed being notified. Max Carrados by Ernest Bramah [1914]

There are natures too, to whose sense of justice the price exacted looms up monstrously enormous, odious, oppressive, worrying, humiliating, extortionate, intolerable. The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad [1907]

Louisa May Alcott Don’t you see?” “Your hands are bigger than mine, and you will stretch my glove dreadfully,” began Meg, whose gloves were a tender point with her. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott [1868]

Samuel Johnson That they bore no great proportion to the inhabitants, in whose countries they settled, is plain from the paucity of northern words now found in the provincial languages. A Journey to the Western Isles of Scotland by Samuel Johnson

William Morris So the King bade bring him in to the garden to him straight-way; so the man went, and came back again leading in a knight somewhat stricken in years, on whose green surcoat was beaten a golden lion. Child Christopher and Goldilind the Fair by William Morris [1895]

Pu Songling The stuff, thus raised, permitted a being to pass, whose form, hardly distinct, seemed penetrated by the shadow. Strange Stories from the Lodge of Leisures by Pu Songling [1740]

Isabella Bird I saw her preceptor, Dr. Howe, whose untiring exertions on her behalf she has so wonderfully rewarded. The Englishwoman in America by Isabella Bird [1856]

Joe Distin is a solicitor of long standing, whose chief practice happens to be in the Old Bailey. He is a most accomplished person, and the friend of princes. Wyllard's Weird by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1885]

She came down to the homely hackney vehicle attended by the obsequious Berners, whose curiosity was naturally excited by this solitary expedition. Fenton’s Quest by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1871]

Edmund Burke Who hath loosed (says he) the bands of the wild ass? whose house I have made the wilderness and the barren land his dwellings. On the Sublime and Beautiful by Edmund Burke [1757]

Thomas Hardy And when I heard of the other lady — a woman of whose family even you might be proud — I thought how foolish I had been, and said nothing. Wessex Tales by Thomas Hardy [1888]

Ivan Turgenev What luck, only think of it! Nothing to delay me! But whose steps were those, soft and rapid behind my back? Oh! no! it was my heart beating! . The Watch by Ivan Turgenev

Benjamin Disraeli And to whose account shall we place her blighted fame and sullied lustre? To that animal who seems formed only to betray woman. The Young Duke by Benjamin Disraeli [1831]

Arthur Conan Doyle They have a lawyer coming from London whose wig is more to be feared than our helmets. Micah Clarke by Arthur Conan Doyle

E. Phillips Oppenheim Were not the fates themselves fighting against me in my task? That it should be, of all men upon this earth, he, the son of the woman whose death would be at my door. To Win the Love He Sought by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1895]

What their movements had been while there, and in whose society they were oftenest to be seen. The Leavenworth Case by Anna Katharine Green

George Gissing Why did you not go away with Galla, whose wit so charms you, and whose husband is so complaisant? There, kiss my little finger, and say good-bye. Veranilda by George Gissing [1903]

H.P. Lovecraft Branching away now and then were narrow, half-concealed roads that bored their way through solid, luxuriant masses of forest among whose primal trees whole armies of elemental spirits might well lurk. The Whisperer in Darkness by H.P. Lovecraft [1930]

H.P. Lovecraft In such houses have dwelt generations of strange people, whose like the world has never seen. The Picture in the House by H.P. Lovecraft [1920]

Arthur Conan Doyle In front there stood a small group of Indians — little, clean-limbed, red fellows, whose skins glowed like polished bronze in the strong sunlight. The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle [1912]

Had she known clearly to whose account the chief share of this child-like joy was to be placed, Hortense would most likely have felt both shocked and incensed. Shirley by Charlotte Bronte [1849]

Freya, whose room opened out on it, had furnished it as a sort of boudoir for herself, with a few cane chairs and a sofa of the same kind. Freya of the Seven Isles by Joseph Conrad [1911]

In showing my treasure, I may withhold a gem or two — a curious unbought, graven stone — an amulet, of whose mystic glitter I rarely permit even myself a glimpse. Shirley by Charlotte Bronte [1849]

M. Valot is moreover assisted by a professional friend, to whose house M. de Guiche has been carried. Louise de la Valliere by Alexandre Dumas [1848-1850]

Nikolai Gogol The above-described nobleman, whose very name and surname inspire thorough disgust, cherishes in his mind a malicious design to burn me in my own house. How the Two Ivans Quarrelled by Nikolai Gogol

Walter Scott Count Basset. We gentlemen, whose carriages run on the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order. Saint Ronan’s Well by Walter Scott [1824]

Washington Irving But there was one heart, whose anguish it would be impossible to describe. The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon by Washington Irving

I doubt if there is a man in this world whose career has been more devoid of good fortune than mine. The Lust of Hate by Guy Boothby [1898]

Virginia Woolf I am the ghost of Louis, an ephemeral passer-by, in whose mind dreams have power, and garden sounds when in the early morning petals float on fathomless depths and the birds sing. The Waves by Virginia Woolf [1931]

Nathaniel Hawthorne An instance of this was his affection for an aged father, whose whole support was the broken reed — his son. Fanshawe by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1826]

F. Scott Fitzgerald It was inevitably more graceful for a young man attempting to embrace a young lady of whose acquiescence he was not certain, to first put his far arm around her. Tales of the Jazz Age by F. Scott Fitzgerald

I showed him a list of thousands of names which Mr. Wilde had drawn up; every man whose name was there had received the Yellow Sign which no living human being dared disregard. The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

Andrew Lang But for you, O my children, whose lives are but newly begun, the wickedness, unkindness, and ingratitude from which I fled are before you. The Yellow Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Anthony Trollope O’Brien enacted Ganymede, and was, perhaps, more liberal than other latter-day Ganymedes, to whose services Mrs. Talboys had been accustomed. Tales of all countries by Anthony Trollope

Benjamin Disraeli Lady Montfort, whose ears some of his pranks had reached, was not so tolerant as her husband. Endymion by Benjamin Disraeli [1880]

He said, “What could a man do whose unnatural father had left his own nose away from him?” This amused but did not satisfy the merchant. The Rise of Silas Lapham by William Dean Howells

Edith Wharton He’s not only a great lawyer, whose advice Mrs. Wheater is lucky to have, but a kind and wise friend . The Children by Edith Wharton [1928]

G. K. Chesterton The Chief of Police was a big, bilious soldier named Grimm, whose yellow face told of fevers in many countries and whose tight mouth told very little of anything. Four Faultless Felons by G. K. Chesterton [1930]

Thomas Paine Suppose any State whose number of effective inhabitants was 80,000, should be required to furnish 3,200 men towards the defence of the continent on any sudden emergency. The American Crisis by Thomas Paine

Anthony Trollope Sir Francis, whose vanity had been charmed by the letter which he kept in his pocket, had already made up his mind to part with Dick. But Dick’s words as now spoken left him no alternative. Kept in the Dark by Anthony Trollope [1882]

George Gissing In 1878, one of the apartments at the very top—an ascent equal to that of a moderate mountain—was in the possession of a certain Signora Bassano, whose name might be read on a brass plate. The Emancipated by George Gissing [1889]

Olaf Stapledon There were a few low yet cirrus clouds, whose feathery character I took to be due to the tenuousness of the atmosphere. Star Maker by Olaf Stapledon

George Gissing A weak and idle man, whose best years were already wasted! He gazed deliberately at himself in the glass, at his red eyelids and unsightly lips. Born in Exile by George Gissing [1891]

Assuming the nonchalant manner of the loafer whose garb he wore, Lecoq took his stand beside his colleague. Monsieur Lecoq by Émile Gaboriau

Anthony Trollope The “He” is poor George III., whose twenty-seven mortal sins against his Transatlantic colonies are thus recapitulated. North America by Anthony Trollope

Tobias Smolle She is remarkably civil to Mr Quin; of whose sarcastic humour she seems to stand in awe; but her caution is no match for her impertinence. The Expedition of Humphry Clinker by Tobias Smolle

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Many the days that Winter keeps in store, Sunless throughout, or whose brief sun-glimpses Scarce shed the heaped snow through the naked trees. The House of Life by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

James Joyce Greets Godd, Groceries! Merodach! Defend the King! Hoet of the rough throat attack but whose say is soft but whose ee has a cute angle, he whose hut is a hissarlik even as her hennin’s aspire. Finnegans Wake by James Joyce

E. Phillips Oppenheim What was he going to do in this great, strange land, whose ways were not his ways, and whose sympathies lay so far apart from his? “I cannot tell,” he murmured. Mysterious Mr. Sabin by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1898]

At the Castle of Lindenberg I beheld for the first time your Sister, the lovely Agnes. For me whose heart was unoccupied, and who grieved at the void, to see her and to love her were the same. The Monk by Matthew Lewis [1796]

She felt madly that that nearest form was he, her master, whose child she bore; but then the otherthings? men? lovers? The sexpuple horror, back and front, stood absolutely still. All Hallows’ Eve by Charles Williams [1945]

Certes, I’ll give thee silver and gold as guerdon and a comely maid, the wife of Nudung, whose lovely body thou mayst fain caress. The Nibelungenlied by translated by Daniel B. Shumway

A cloud of dust fell from the vault, with the ashes of ten thousand generations of sea birds, whose nests stuck like cement to the rock. The Man in the Iron Mask by Alexandre Dumas [1850]

During her first year or two at school Laura came in for a good deal of teasing which she shared with two or three others whose looks, voices, parents or clothes did not please the majority. Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson [1945]

Brian leaned against the trunk of a great magnolia tree, whose glossy green leaves and great creamy blossoms looked fantastic in the moonlight. The Mystery of a Hansom Cab by Fergus Hume

Henry James He was a little, old man, the most striking feature of whose appearance was a voluminous cloak, of a sort of military cut. The Ghostly Rental by Henry James [1876]

Presently the Prince lost interest in his contest with this young man whose simple and serious manner had begun to irritate him. The Charterhouse of Parma by Stendhal

Gaston Leroux Rouletabille gave the man who was seated in it thee roubles, and jumped into the planks beside him, and the two little Finnish horses, whose manes hung clear to the mud, went like the wind. The Secret of the Night by Gaston Leroux [1913]

George Gissing This chamber accommodated, under ordinary circumstances, four persons: Mr. and Mrs. Candy, Pennyloaf, and a son named Stephen, whose years were eighteen. The Nether World by George Gissing [1888]

H. P. Lovecraf Then things ensue, and in the end the presumptuous blasphemers are turned to green jade statues by the very walking statues whose sanctity they outraged. Supernatural Horror in Literature by H. P. Lovecraf

Arthur Conan Doyle Two wretched peasants whose wrists had been tied to their leathers came leaping and straining beside the horses in their effort not to be dragged off their feet. Sir Nigel by Arthur Conan Doyle [1906]

Sir Richard Burton Thence to the stables containing coursers whose like was not to be met with amongst the kings of the universe. The Arabian Nights' Entertainments by Sir Richard Burton

Gaston Leroux But there was no doubt that this mysterious unknown was the man of The Yellow Room — the man to whose murderous assault Mademoiselle Stangerson — without denouncing him — had had to submit. Mystery of the Yellow Room by Gaston Leroux [1907]

Jane Austen The least agreeable circumstance in the business was the surprise it must occasion to Elizabeth Bennet, whose friendship she valued beyond that of any other person. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen [1813]

Sir Richard Burton Thereupon sat a lady bright of blee, with brow beaming brilliancy, the dream of philosophy, whose eyes were fraught with Babel’s gramarye and her eyebrows were arched as for archery. The Arabian Nights' Entertainments by Sir Richard Burton

Thomas Hughes For some weeks, indeed, he succeeded in maintaining the appearance of steadiness, and was looked upon favourably by his new master, whose eyes were first opened by the following little incident. Tom Brown’s School Days by Thomas Hughes

Virginia Woolf Millicent Bruton, whose lunch parties were said to be extraordinarily amusing, had not asked her. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf [1925]

This is especially true in case the development away from this past standpoint has not been due chiefly to a substitution of an ethnic type whose temperament is alien to the earlier standpoint. The Theory of the Leisure Class by Thorstein Veblen

Puttenham, whose “Art of English Poetry” lay in Ms. some years before it was published in 1589, speaks of the posies on trenchers and banqueting dishes. Old Cookery Books and Ancient Cuisine by William Carew Hazli

Gaston Leroux And the project of which you hold here the proofs, but of whose character you are unaware, is to end the attacks of which you speak, instantly. The Secret of the Night by Gaston Leroux [1913]

Virginia Woolf She was, as he had always found her, the sensible, loyal friend, the woman he trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. Night and Day by Virginia Woolf [1919]

George Gissing The latter persuaded Ida to go downstairs for a while, and the child, whose tears had begun to flow, left the room, sobbing in anguish. The Unclassed by George Gissing [1883]

George Meredith Lady Racial was an exquisitely silken dame, in whose face a winning smile was cut, and she was still sufficiently youthful not to be accused of wearing a flower too artificial. Evan Harrington by George Meredith [1861]

I wanted to have nursed Julian myself, without the help of any stranger, whose presence might worry him: but the doctor said that would be impossible. Wyllard's Weird by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1885]

Anthony Trollope There was that Cornelius in whose defence Cicero made the two great speeches which have been unfortunately lost, and there was Cato, and up to this time there was Pompey, as Cicero thought. The Life of Cicero by Anthony Trollope [1881]

And the terms were arranged, and the old young lady, whose name, by the way, was “Miss Anna Perkins,” went to bring her wardrobe from her former lodgings. My Lodger by Mary Fortune

Its founder was a French nobleman, whose name was Bouthillier da Rance, a man of pleasure and gallantry, which were converted into the deepest gloom of devotion, by the following incident. Letters from Turkey by Mary Wortley Montagu [1725]

Bram Stoker Fools, fools! What devil or what witch was ever so great as Attila, whose blood is in these veins?” He held up his arms. Dracula by Bram Stoker [1897]

The advance of industry, whose involuntary promoter is the bourgeoisie, replaces the isolation of the labourers, due to competition, by their revolutionary combination, due to association. The Manifesto of the Communist Party by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels

Anthony Trollope There were other men and women in London tied together for better and worse, in reference to whose union their friends knew that there would be no better — that it must be all worse. Phineas Finn by Anthony Trollope

He was my first actual vision of that awful and distant world of fashion, of whose splendours I had already read something in the three-volumed gospel of the circulating library. Uncle Silas by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Abraham Merri It was as though before us lay, upon its side, a cone of crystalline clear air against whose curved sides some radiant medium heavier than air, lighter than water, pressed. The Metal Monster by Abraham Merri

Nothing could touch the Rita whose hand was kissed by you. The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad [1919]

Something whose absence leaves a void — A cheerless want in every heart; Each feels the bliss of all destroyed, And mourns the change — but each apart. Selections from Poems by Acton Bell by Anne Brontë [1846]

Benjamin Disraeli She had gradually fallen into the unacknowledged conspiracy against her sister-in-law, whose prejudice against her friend she had long discovered, and had now ceased to combat. Venetia by Benjamin Disraeli [1837]

Arthur Conan Doyle Just for one instant too long did he dwell upon his aim, shifting from the seaman to Cock Badding, whose formidable appearance showed him to be the better prize. Sir Nigel by Arthur Conan Doyle [1906]

Helen Zimmern Of what consequence, then, to my happiness it is to be assured, by friends on whose sincerity and judgment I can depend, that I have not done what I ought to repent or to be ashamed of. Maria Edgeworth by Helen Zimmern

We were entering a little cove encircled by trees, and approaching a light which flickered in the rigging of a small vessel, whose outline gradually defined itself. The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers [1903]

I will also call on Messrs. Parker and Beading, and ascertain, if possible, on whose authority they are acting. Tom Ossington’s Ghost by Richard Marsh [1898]

My God, whose Son, as on this night, took on Him the form of man, and for man vouchsafed to suffer and bleed, controls thy hand, and without His behest thou canst not strike a stroke. The Professor by Charlotte Bronte [1857]

Charles Dickens A few months from the time when I had informed the lady of her baby’s name, there came to our institution in the country another lady (a stranger), whose object was to adopt one of our children. No Thoroughfare by Charles Dickens [1867]

Mark Twain In this church, also, is a monument to the doge Foscari, whose name a once resident of Venice, Lord Byron, has made permanently famous. The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain

Oscar Wilde And after a little while He saw one whose face and raiment were painted and whose feet were shod with pearls. Poems in Prose by Oscar Wilde [1894]

D. H. Lawrence Among them were two solicitors (One an Oxford M.A.); five sheepfarmers, on whose lands the mortgagee had foreclosed; and a multitude of clerks. Kangaroo by D. H. Lawrence

One feels this true even in the work of such a master as Tolstoy, whose Katia is a case in point. Literature and Life by William Dean Howells

He heard not from but of his brother, through a friend in London, and more lately from Gertrude, whose account of him was sad and even alarming. The Haunted Baronet by J. Sheridan Le Fanu [1871]

George Eliot I share your concern for Adam, though he is not the only one whose sufferings I care for in this affair. Adam Bede by George Eliot [1859]

Baldwin Spencer He is not of necessity recognised as the most important member of the council whose judgment must be followed, though, if he be old and distinguished, then he will have great influence. The Native Tribes of Central Australia by Baldwin Spencer

Charles Kingsley Of her as a co-equal and ennobling helpmate; as one in whose honor, glory, growth of heart and soul, his own were inextricably wrapt up, he had never dreamed. Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley

Elizabeth Gaskell I think of him as the little innocent boy, whose arm was round me as if to support me in the Awful Presence, whose true name of Love we had not learned. The Moorland Cottage by Elizabeth Gaskell [1851]

F. Scott Fitzgerald That any one should care in this heat whose flushed lips he kissed, whose head made damp the pajama pocket over his heart! . The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Walter Besant Perhaps, before I die, I may bring myself to forgive those whose lies and treacheries brought us to this pass. Dorothy Forster by Walter Besant [1884]

Anthony Trollope If you are satisfied that he did marry that woman, that vile woman, the nature of whose life has been sufficiently exposed to you, of course your verdict must be against him. John Caldigate by Anthony Trollope

Sir Walter Scott Hildebrod next sent for an Alsatian surgeon, whose vices, undoing what his skill might have done for him, had consigned him to the wretched practice of this place. The Fortunes of Nigel by Sir Walter Scott [1822]

Jules Verne Who this beneficent stranger is, whose intervention has, so fortunately for us, been manifested on many occasions, I cannot imagine. The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne [1874]

E. F. Benson She was full of enthusiasm for her task; she knew, rightly, that it was in her power to make a charming picture of the woman whose work she so admired, and for whom she had so genuine an affection. Charlotte Bronte by E. F. Benson [1932]

I am going to find out from, whom came the poison which killed this girl, and by whose hand this vile forgery of a confession was written. The Leavenworth Case by Anna Katharine Green

I had often desired my friends to search no farther, most of all fearing the passage of Theophrastus, in which he has collected many things whose causes we cannot discover. Symposiacs by Plutarch

Arthur Machen Those whose seats were next to the aisle tried to peer into the chancel, to see what had happened or what was going on there. The Great Return by Arthur Machen

Rudyard Kipling A huge grey horse, whose tail-hairs crinkled the glassy water, was drinking in the pool, and the ripples about his muzzle flashed like melted gold. Puck of Pook’s Hill by Rudyard Kipling [1906]

Guy de Maupassant She passed gravely near me, with her eyes fixed on the Alps, whose summits now gleamed rosy in the last rays of the setting sun. Madame Parisse by Guy de Maupassant [1886]

Arnold Bennett Emmie, whose place was in the kitchen among saucepans and crockery, dish-clouts and brushes, had escaped into another realm, where time is not. These Twain by Arnold Bennett [1916]

George Gissing Come now, hain’t you?” “Now don’t go on with the boy, Mike, there’s a good fellow,” said Mrs. Rumball, whose maternal heart was touched with pity at Arthur’s sad plight. Workers in the Dawn by George Gissing [1880]

He was no novelist, whose first virtue is the exact understanding of the limits traced by the reality of his time to the play of his invention. A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad [1912]

A CERTAIN philosopher, whose name I cannot recall, has, I understand, discovered that there are several different kinds of time. Mr Polton Explains by R. Austin Freeman [1940]

Anthony Trollope Phineas had heard all about it, and was loud in denunciations against Tifto, Captain Green, Gilbert Villiers, and others whose names had reached him. The Duke’s Children by Anthony Trollope

Thomas Hardy The man upon whose arm she hung was not a soldier. The Well-Beloved by Thomas Hardy [1897]

But I remember him chiefly as one of those instructors whose natural eloquence made it delightful to listen to him. Medical Essays by Oliver Wendell Holmes

The fallen trees, too, are the breeding-places of multitudes of beetles, whose larvae riddle them with holes. The Naturalist in Nicaragua by Thomas Belt [1874]

Anthony Trollope Mr. Saul, whose intellect was more acute, took advantage of her here, and chose to believe that that matter of her affection was now conceded to him. The Claverings by Anthony Trollope

Andrew Lang His council consisted of the twelve wisest men in the country, whose long beards flowed down over their breasts, each of whom was as learned as a whole college. The Crimson Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

At the head of the table sat Malartic, whose extraordinary face was paler and nose redder than ever, and at sight of whom the young girl shuddered and drew back. Captain Fracasse by Théophile Gautier [1863]

Abraham Merri The Norseman’s feet were at the verge of a shining, silvery lip of stone within whose oval lay a blue pool. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

Nathaniel Hawthorne Among those who came to Naumkeag were men of history and legend, whose feet leave a track of brightness along any pathway which they have trodden. The Snow Image and other stories by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1851]

Andrew Lang He did appear before news of his death arrived, but after a swoon of his friend’s, whose health (like that of Elizabeth Conley) suffered in consequence. The Book of Dreams and Ghosts by Andrew Lang

D. H. Lawrence Ephraim and Sam caught a couple of steeds, on whose backs they went careering round, driving the rest of the sluggish herd from end to end of the field. Strike-Pay by D. H. Lawrence [1913]

For a man between twenty and thirty years of age, whose mind is seething with evolving thought, there is no more sympathetic and appreciative adviser than a woman some years his senior. Balzac by Frederick Lawton

Thomas Hardy Lady Constantine flung down the old-fashioned lacework, whose beauties she had been pointing out to Swithin, and exclaimed, ‘Who can it be? Not Louis, surely?’ They listened. Two on a Tower by Thomas Hardy [1895]

Radclyffe Hall Were they to sit still and let the world crush them? If they were reduced to the bars of Paris, whose fault was that? Not hers and not Stephen’s. The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

I was always pleased with the visits of a child, in whose society, if humbled, I was less eclipsed than in that of Ana who had completed their education and matured their understanding. The Coming Race by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1871]

At times they turned their heads and glanced at the delicate profile of Jeanne, whose little hands, clasped together, were reposing on the coverlet. A Love Episode by Émile Zola [1878]

Rudyard Kipling These from the Prince of Bargi — to whose sword You owe such help as may, he thinks, be paid . Debits and Credits by Rudyard Kipling [1926]

George Gissing Even such a face as this would he have desired for her whose voice had such a charm. Thyrza by George Gissing [1887]

M. P. Shiel So that, summing up, we may define: “Rent” is “right”, based on truth when paid to those by whose movements a site is made good. The Lord of the Sea by M. P. Shiel [1901]

Olaf Stapledon It is no longer a problem about the relations of two substances whose attributes are physical characters and mental characters. Philosophy and Living by Olaf Stapledon [1939]

Nothing could be more different from his fancy picture than the girl by whose side he was walking, under that cloudless sky, where the larks were singing high up in the blue. The Golden Calf by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1883]

In the scrubs, at ten miles we came upon the banks of a large gum-timbered creek, whose trees were fine and vigorous. Australia Twice Traversed by Ernest Giles

The thought of this gave her so much pleasure — not for her own sake, but for her husband’s, whose cares and difficulties would all come to an end now, she told me. Fenton’s Quest by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1871]

Anthony Trollope But Lord and Lady Bracy would ask anyone to Carstairs — just anyone that they could get hold of!” Mr Momson was one whose obstinacy was wont to give way when sufficiently attacked. Dr. Wortle’s school by Anthony Trollope

Edmund Burke Officers, it seems, there are to be, whose chief qualification must be temper and patience. Reflections on the Revolution in France by Edmund Burke [1790]

Jules Verne From the 19th to the 20th of February the circle of investigation was extended to all the northern region of Lincoln Island, whose most secret nooks were explored. The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne [1874]

George Borrow This passage, which is about a mile in length, is the entrance to a broad basin, at whose farther extremity stands the town of Ferrol. Sadness came upon me as soon as I entered this place. The Bible in Spain by George Borrow

Afterwards, whenever he saw the blind Abdallah, Mohammed used to say, ‘Welcome to him on whose account my Lord reproved me!’ and subsequently made him governor of Medînah. The Qur'an by translated by E. H. Palmer

E. Phillips Oppenheim The former was a short man, whose spurred riding boots scarcely reached the floor, but his face was stern and his steel-grey eyes and tone were alike menacing. The Spy Paramount by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1934]

Guy de Maupassan They wondered whether he still regretted the tender, sweet woman whom he had lost, who died one evening, after years of suffering, like a church lamp whose oil has been consumed to the last drop. The Old Maid by Guy de Maupassan

Anthony Trollope I never saw a sadder picture, or one which did more to awaken pity for those whose fate had fixed their abodes in such a locality. North America by Anthony Trollope

He secretly rejoiced for the young advocate whose noble sentiments had quite captivated him. The Widow Lerouge by Émile Gaboriau

Edith Wharton So did Aline, whose gown was fastened by the diamond arrow he had offered her that morning. The Mother’s Recompense by Edith Wharton [1925]

If he did not actually rule the waves, he pretended to rule the fate of the mortals whose lives were cast upon the waters. The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad [1917]

George Berkeley Qu. Whether he whose luxury consumeth foreign products, and whose industry produceth nothing domestic to exchange for them, is not so far forth injurious to his country? 62. The Querist by George Berkeley [1735]

Nasgig, to whose care and conduct any enterprise might be trusted, offered his service to go and execute any commands I should give him. Life and Adventures of Peter Wilkins by Robert Paltock [1751]

Jules Verne From every point of the horizon enormous waves were meeting, forming a gulf justly called the “Navel of the Ocean,” whose power of attraction extends to a distance of twelve miles. Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne [1872]

E. Phillips Oppenheim I have seen you engrossed by pictures—the Madonna at the National Gallery, the Monk whose head you copied; the Huguenot who mocked death with the sword at his throat. A Sleeping Memory by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1902]

Tobias Smolle This was a very agreeable compliment to ma, whose greatest pleasure consisted in seeing dramatic performances, and you need not doubt that I often availed myself of my privilege. The Adventures of Roderick Random by Tobias Smolle

Taminah rested her tray on a stump of a tree, and remained standing with her eyes turned towards Almayer’s house, whose roof and part of a whitewashed wall were visible over the bushes. Almayer’s Folly by Joseph Conrad [1895]

Thomas Hardy But one figure had never been seen on the Channel rock in the interval, the form of Pierston the sculptor, whose first use of the chisel that rock had instigated. The Well-Beloved by Thomas Hardy [1897]

The majority were Norwegians, whose courage and straightness of character are matters beyond doubt. Notes on Life and Letters by Joseph Conrad [1921]

Elizabeth Von Arnim Martha, gentle, sweet-eyed, whose one wish had been that poor Fanny shouldn’t hate her birthday too much, shrank back into her shell. Mr Skeffington by Elizabeth Von Arnim [1940]

William Makepeace Thackeray I gave my catalogue to the two young ladies before mentioned, and have forgotten the names of other artists of merit, whose works decked the walls of the little gallery. The Irish Sketch Book by William Makepeace Thackeray [1843]

Elizabeth Von Arnim Yet here was this man, this Byles man, whose every word was like a slap in the face, connecting them, her dear, kind lovers, with sour stomachs. Mr Skeffington by Elizabeth Von Arnim [1940]

Edith Wharton I don’t know what he means,” faltered the messenger, whose memory did not embrace the period when such announcements were a daily part of the domestic routine. Crucial Instances by Edith Wharton [1901]

Benjamin Disraeli When you entered the quadrangle, you found one side solely occupied by the old hall, the huge carved rafters of whose oak roof rested on corbels of the family supporters against the walls. Vivian Grey by Benjamin Disraeli [1827]

After a while, leaving the receiver to dangle and click unheeded, he turned and walked slowly back toward the chair on whose broad arm Terence Trenmore’s cigar still glowed behind a lengthening ash. The Heads of Cerberus by Francis Stevens

George Meredith She kept Crossjay beside her till she dismounted, and the colonel was left to the procession of elephantine ideas in his head, whose ponderousness he took for natural weight. The Egoist by George Meredith [1879]

In this, too, they are like sunshine, whose beauty men notice not at noon when it is greatest, but towards evening, when it lies in flakes of topaz under shady elms. The Cloister and the Hearth by Charles Reade

Guy de Maupassant Give your card to some colleague whose wife is better equipped than I am. The Diamond Necklace (La Parure) by Guy de Maupassant [1884]

Soon after this, I got severely stung by a number of small wasps, whose nest I had disturbed in passing under some bushes. The Naturalist in Nicaragua by Thomas Belt [1874]

In America the chief executive office of a country, whose most characteristic duties, in some of the Western and Southern States, are the catching and hanging of rogues. The Devil’s Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce [1911]

Wilkie Collins I found the marriage of the man whose Christian name was the same as my own. The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins [1860]

What, then, was the meaning of Memmert? At the outset it riveted my attention on the Ems estuary, whose mouth it adjoins. The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers [1903]

Sir Walter Scott This change commenced as early as the wars of Gustavus Adolphus, whose marches were made with such rapidity, that the pike was very soon thrown aside in his army, and exchanged for fire-arms. A Legend of Montrose by Sir Walter Scott [1819]

There never was any one in whose life the ”Souveraineté du but“ was more certain and more apparent; and that object was the second greatest that man can have. Bacon by R. W. Church [1884]

Where did she get that cold impregnable air?” “From the gods, whose daughter she should be, if looks could vouch for a pedigree,” answered Lavendale, delighted to tease the woman he adored. Mohawks by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1886]

You, whose mind is so high above the common level, must sometimes express yourself in poetry. Vixen by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1879]

He is a Lara, whose females must be Medoras; and even his male friends should be extremely like Kaleds! Poor man! you see how easily he can be duped. Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1830]

Humble as my place is in society and, I may add, in the Department whose interests I serve, there are in me two men. Initials Only by Anna Katharine Green

Walter Scott Another whose kinsmen had been slain in battle and died on the scaffold to the number of seven, bore a child spattered on the right shoulder and down the arm with scarlet drops, as if of blood. Redgauntlet by Walter Scott [1824]

Before nine we anchored at this place, whose wretchedness makes a great impression on me, because we are to deposit Mr. Hawley here as revenue collector. The Golden Chersonese and the way thither by Isabella L. Bird [1883]

Elizabeth Gaskell Little child! thy angel was with God, and drew her nearer and nearer to Him, whose face is continually beheld by the angels of little children. Ruth by Elizabeth Gaskell [1853]

The bodies watched him as he passed, with the fixed look men turn on a boy of whose kinsmen they were talking even now. The House with the Green Shutters by George Douglas Brown [1901]

They were a handsome couple, indeed, but much too solemn in looks and character for Dan, whose liking leaned to the frivolous side of things. The Mystery Queen by Fergus Hume

William Makepeace Thackeray She even confessed, with tears, to Woolsey, that she was in particular want of twenty pounds, to pay a poor milliner, whose debt she could not bear to put in her husband’s schedule. Mens Wives by William Makepeace Thackeray [1843]

Perhaps when a man has been heartlessly slighted he turns unconsciously to the woman of whose undoubted love he is vaguely aware. The Pitfall by Mary Cholmondeley [1912]

Meddlechip, whose face was usually red and florid-looking, turned ghastly pale, and sprang to his feet. Madame Midas by Fergus Hume

Henry Adams On the other hand, as a third member of this critical group, he fell in with Stopford Brooke whose tastes lay in the same direction, and whose expression was modified by clerical propriety. The Education of Henry Adams by Henry Adams [1907]

Andrew Lang After Léna had departed the wazir began casting about in his mind what to do with the gems; and very soon determined that the best thing to do was to present them to the rajah, whose name was Kahré. The Olive Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Jack London Benny Hardwater was a bare thirteen, and Lish Dickery, whose family was near neighbour to mine in Elkton, was just turned sixteen. The Star Rover by Jack London [1915]

The hero was a joiner, living in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, whose habitual drunkenness had procured him his nickname. Balzac by Frederick Lawton

Wilkie Collins Messrs. Wyatt, Pendril, and Gwilt are the solicitors of the gentleman in whose family Norah was employed. No Name by Wilkie Collins [1862]

Edgar Allan Poe Let me seek, then, a spot not far from a populous citywhose vicinity, also, will best enable me to execute my plans. Tales of Natural Beauty by Edgar Allan Poe

We’ll find out who were Mason’s friends about here, and so in whose house he is likely to have been that morning of his death. His Prey was Man by Arthur Gask [1942]

Then there was Hector Norton whose property adjoined Hake Court, and whose herd of Jersey cows was one of the finest in the land. The Beachy Head Murder by Arthur Gask [1941]

The noise was so great all day, that the chancellor, whose court was situated in the square, complained to the regent and the municipality, that he could not hear the advocates. Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds by Charles Mackay [1852]

H.P. Lovecraft This rather discouraged Lake, whose plans all hinged on unearthing specimens more than five hundred million years older. At the Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft [1931]