Phrases with "whose"

H.P. Lovecraft The arabesque tracery consisted altogether of depressed lines, whose depth on unweathered walls varied from one to two inches. At the Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft [1931]

Jules Verne The Major alone, whose brief absence had not been noticed, contented himself with being a silent listener. In Search of the Castaways by Jules Verne [1873]

Occupied with you, I have thought of nothing else, or I should have asked if that was not your brother for whose companionship you left me at the Temple of Minerva, in Neapolis?’ ‘It was. The Last Days of Pompeii by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1834]

Anthony Trollope He is unconquered for whose mind you can forge no chains; you need not wait with him for the last day to pronounce him happy. The Life of Cicero by Anthony Trollope [1881]

The following day being Sunday, the 1st September, I made it a day of rest, for the horses at least, whose feet were getting sore from continued travel over rocks and boulders of stone. Australia Twice Traversed by Ernest Giles

Walter Scott That is the picture of a wretched ancestress of mine, of whose crimes a black and fearful catalogue is recorded in a family history in my charter-chest. The Tapestried Chamber by Walter Scott [1828]

Jules Verne On each side were massed forests of giant trees, whose summits towered some fifty feet above the ground, and joining one bank to the other formed an immense cradle. Eight Hundred Leagues on the Amazon by Jules Verne [1881]

Lucy Maud Montgomery Everybody in school over nine years of age expected to go, except Carrie Sloane, whose father shared Marilla’s opinions about small girls going out to night concerts. Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery [1908]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Oh, there is joy in the world yet—recompense even for all my sufferings, and the way at last seems clear before me! I have not once thought of the woman whose suffering must be my triumph. The Postmaster of Market Deignton by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1897]

Washington Irving To add to the anxiety of Dolores, he has been joined by two palomas ladrones, or robber pigeons, whose instinct it is to entice wandering pigeons to their own dovecotes. The Alhambra by Washington Irving

George Eliot To Romola, whose kindred ardour gave her a firm belief in Savonarola’s genuine greatness of purpose, the crisis was as stirring as if it had been part of her personal lot. Romola by George Eliot [1862-3]

Margaret Oliphant Among these, of course, was Captain Underwood, whose fervent—“God bless you, my boy”—drowned all other greetings. The Wizard's Son by Margaret Oliphant [1882]

Bram Stoker And through it all the awful cry came up from that fathomless pit, whose entrance was flooded with spots of fresh blood. The Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker [1911]

But he does not seem to have devoted himself seriously to physical science until 1766, when he had the great good fortune to meet Benjamin Franklin, whose friendship he ever afterwards enjoyed. Science and Education by Thomas Henry Huxley

Arnold Bennett Mrs. Baines, whose stoutness seemed to increase, sat in the rocking-chair with a number of The Sunday at Home in her hand. The Old Wives’ Tale by Arnold Bennett [1908]

Benjamin Disraeli Mr. Phoebus was highly esteemed, and had distinguished and eminent friends, whose constant courtesies the present occasion allowed him elegantly to acknowledge. Lothair by Benjamin Disraeli [1870]

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]

D. H. Lawrence On the Sunday afternoon she stood at her bedroom window, looking across at the oak-trees of the wood, in whose branches a twilight was tangled, below the bright sky of the afternoon. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

Margaret Oliphant Underwood was startled by the salutation; but he stopped, willingly or unwillingly, stopping Walter also, whose arm was in his. The Wizard's Son by Margaret Oliphant [1882]

Abraham Merri The trunks of the trees were of emerald, of vermilion, and of azure-blue, and the blossoms, whose fragrance was borne to us, shone like jewels. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

Abraham Merri Now its form was that of a spindle a full mile in length on whose bulging center we three stood. The Metal Monster by Abraham Merri

A comely female inhabiting the Mohammedan Paradise to make things cheery for the good Mussulman, whose belief in her existence marks a noble discontent with his earthly spouse, whom he denies a soul. The Devil’s Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce [1911]

He, a white man whose worst fault till then had been a little want of judgment and too much confidence in the rectitude of his kind! That woman was a complete savage, and . An Outcast of the Islands by Joseph Conrad [1896]

Thomas Hardy SHASTON, the ancient British Palladour, From whose foundation first such strange reports arise, (as Drayton sang it), was, and is, in itself the city of a dream. Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

Lady Morgan But whether they will take deep root, or only wear “ the perfume and suppliance of a moment,” is an unthought of “circumstance still hanging in the stars;” to whose decision I commit it. The Wild Irish Girl by Lady Morgan [1806]

Lewis Carroll The question may also be solved by combining the quantities whose values are given, so as to form those whose values are required. A Tangled Tale by Lewis Carroll

I can imagine now that this stray cur is a powerful enemy whose life I am slowly sapping. Mohawks by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1886]

H. Rider Haggard But how could he grasp it? Xavier, whose strength and powers were coming back, still hugged him in his fearful grip; he also saw the knife, and would win it. The People of the Mist by H. Rider Haggard

A boat was waiting for us at the same jetty on which I had landed on my arrival nearly three months before, and in it we were rowed out to the Lone Star, whose outline we could just discern. The Beautiful White Devil by Guy Boothby [1897]

Anthony Trollope It is so with Cicero, whose treatises have been lumped together under this name with the view of bringing them under one appellation. The Life of Cicero by Anthony Trollope [1881]

Lesbia, whose faultless features were of the aquiline type, regarded the bard’s rhapsody as insufferable twaddle, and began to think Mr. Smithson almost a wit when he made fun of the bard. Phantom Fortune by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1883]

She whose name was so fiercely interdicted in this house was much spoken of, and even pitied elsewhere. The Cloister and the Hearth by Charles Reade

Anthony Trollope But that argument might be used with much more truth against other men of business, against those to whose hunting the world takes no exception. Hunting Sketches by Anthony Trollope

Rudyard Kipling Thank goodness, we all count among our friends delightful men and women whose skill has not found favour, but to whose skill, sympathy, humour, and, above all, knowledge, we owe more than we realise. A Book of Words by Rudyard Kipling [1928]

D.H. Lawrence He was an unobtrusive, obscure man, whose sympathy was very delicate, whose ordinary attitude was one of gentle irony. The Trespasser by D.H. Lawrence

Leon Trotsky The second lecturer, whose course was the French Revolution, became confused as soon as he began and promised to deliver his lecture in writing. My Life by Leon Trotsky

Anthony Trollope Barry Lynch, as sure as you now stand in the presence of your Creator, whose name you so constantly blaspheme, you endeavoured to instigate that man to murder your own sister. The Kellys and the O’Kellys by Anthony Trollope

George MacDonald I was about to rise and resume my journey, when I discovered that I lay beside a pit in the rock, whose mouth was like that of a grave. Lilith by George MacDonald

E. Phillips Oppenheim The exdetective proved to be an individual of fairly obvious appearance, whose complexion and thirst indicated a very possible reason for his life of leisure. Peter Ruff and the Double Four by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1912]

Elegant upright creamy stems supported their umbrageous tops, whose roots must surely extend downwards to a moistened soil. Australia Twice Traversed by Ernest Giles

Sigmund Freud The nursemaid listens, laughing, and relates the conversation to the mother, whose reaction is a sharp reprimand. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud [1911]

Andrew Lang In very ancient times there lived a King, whose power lay not only in the vast extent of his dominions, but also in the magic secrets of which he was master. The Yellow Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Elizabeth Gaskell Ruth flew to the little mountain stream, the dashing sound of whose waters had been tempting her, but a moment before, to seek forgetfulness in the deep pool into which they fell. Ruth by Elizabeth Gaskell [1853]

Professor Wilson, of the Noctes Ambrosianae, never showed, perhaps, to so much advantage as when he walked by the side of the master whose greatness he was one of the first to detect. Wordsworth by F. W. H. Myers [1881]

Theodore Dreiser The professional, whose name was Patton, had little to recommend him outside of his assurance, but this at the present moment was most palpably needed. Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser

Naturally enough the books were written by a perfectly good woman, the wife of an English clergyman, whose friends were greatly scandalized by them. My Literary Passions by William Dean Howells

Jules Verne Between these beautiful trees sprang up clusters of firs, whose opaque open parasol boughs spread wide around. The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne [1874]

Washington Irving He was thus engaged one evening, when he beheld a padre of the church advancing at whose approach every one touched the hat. The Alhambra by Washington Irving

In particular, I well recollected one in the very same painting in which Shah Abbas himself is represented, whose dress was doubtless the only proper costume to wear before a crowned head. The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Ispahan by James Justinian Morier

Felix darted forward, and with supernatural force tore me from his father, to whose knees I clung, in a transport of fury, he dashed me to the ground and struck me violently with a stick. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley [1831]

Her son, Nathaniel, whose devotion to her never wavered, used to say, ‘My veins are teeming with the quicksilver spirit my mother gave me. Little Memoirs of the Nineteenth Century by George Paston [1902]

At all times, when quiescent, he had a retiring manner, and an appearance, whose want of pretension did not at first allure, and yet which afterwards formed his greatest attraction. Lodore by Mary Shelley

Rudyard Kipling Because I would say again “Disregarding the inventions of the Marine Captain whose other name is Gubbins, let a plain statement suffice. Traffics and Discoveries by Rudyard Kipling [1904]

Wilkie Collins On a lovely moonlight night he now stood there again, confronting the very man whose life he had attempted, and knowing him not. After Dark by Wilkie Collins [1856]

H. G. Wells I went almost immediately to Rome. I stayed in Rome some days, getting together an outfit, and incidentally seeing that greater city of the dead in whose embrace the modern city lies. The Passionate Friends by H. G. Wells [1913]

Jules Verne Consequently the apparatus was furnished with seventy-four suspensory screws, whose three branches were connected by a metallic circle which economized their motive force. Robur the Conqueror by Jules Verne [1887]

In the savannas, too, you will sometimes surprise the snow-white egret, whose back is adorned with the plumes from which it takes its name. Wanderings in South America by Charles Waterton [1825]

Arthur Conan Doyle Ezra pointed up once at the moon, on whose face two storm wreaths had marked a rectangular device. The Firm of Girdlestone by Arthur Conan Doyle [1890]

Guy de Maupassant The doctor held to the banister, which was so grimy that the hand stuck to it, and he supported the dizzy old man, whose forces were beginning to return. The Mask (Le Masque) by Guy de Maupassant [1889]

Oh, bid him enter!” And the queen advanced to meet the messenger, whose hand she seized affectionately, whilst he knelt down and presented a letter to her, contained in a case of gold. Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas [1845]

George Meredith And Madame de Rouaillout praises the girl because—oh! I see it—she has less to be jealous of in Miss Denham: of whose birth and blood we know nothing. Beauchamp's Career by George Meredith [1875]

On one side three or four haystacks, half covered with snow; on another a tumble-down windmill, whose sails, made of coarse limetree bark, hung idly down. The Daughter of the Commandant by Aleksandr Pushkin

You think that after all her goodness to me I could have any part in breaking her sister’s heart?” “I think there is one person whose feelings you overlook in this business. The Lovels of Arden by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1871]

Look there!” The sky to the northward was streaked with a belt of livid green colour, above which rose a mighty black cloud, whose shape was ever changing. For the term of his natural life by Marcus Clarke [1874]

Abraham Merri That is all, O lady, whose voice is sweeter than the honey of the wild bees!” “A shape of cold fire?” she repeated. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

Theodore Dreiser There were early lights in the cable cars, whose usual clatter was reduced by the mantle about the wheels. Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser

What is more, when I heard Graham’s step on the stairs, I knew what manner of figure would enter, and for whose aspect to prepare my eyes. Villette by Charlotte Brontë [1853]

In this situation, a victim to the ill-humour both of her husband and his sister, we will leave Mrs Morgan, and return to that friend whose letters were her only consolation. A Description of Millenium Hall and the Country Adjacent by Sarah Sco

Rafael Sabatini Thus he was received into the ranks of the Faithful whose pavilions wait them in Paradise, set in an orchard of never-failing fruit, among rivers of milk, of wine, and of clarified honey. The Sea Hawk by Rafael Sabatini

From that day forward, for his enemies as well as for his friends, he was and he remained “Monsieur” Lecoq. “Ah! ah!” said the inspector, whose hearing was evidently impaired. Monsieur Lecoq by Émile Gaboriau

Unhappily for Lord Belgrave, in that critical moment up rose the one solitary man, to wit, Sheridan, whose look, whose voice, whose traditional character, formed a prologue to what was coming. The Orphan Heiress by Thomas De Quincey [1835]

Mark Twain He may have been personally acquainted with some of these Phoenicians whose skeletons we have been examining. The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain

You see when I go into society there are certain things expected of me; and my only chance of getting on is by making myself agreeable to the people whose influence is worth having. The Lovels of Arden by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1871]

William Shakespeare Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise — that you alone, are you? In whose confine immured is the store Which should example where your equal grew. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare

Wilkie Collins Tell it to Uncle Joseph, who is the same as a father to you! Tell it to Uncle Joseph, whose little son died in your arms; whose tears your hand wiped away, in the grief time long ago. The Dead Secret by Wilkie Collins [1857]

I saw that for myself, as did Hope and Don Pedro, in whose presence I opened the mummy case. The Green Mummy by Fergus Hume

The half-castes are killed by the pure blacks: and an account has lately been published of eleven half-caste youths murdered and burnt at the same time, whose remains were found by the police. The Descent of Man by Charles Darwin

Nothing could have been achieved without Boxer, whose strength seemed equal to that of all the rest of the animals put together. Animal Farm by George Orwell [1944]

Edith Wharton One night at a dinner in this milieu — I think at Lady Ripon’s — I found myself next to a man of about thirty-five or forty, whose name I had not caught. A Backward Glance by Edith Wharton [1934]

John Lewis Burckhard During my stay at Siout, in Upper Egypt, I became acquainted with a man who had seen Mr. Browne in Darfour, and in whose brother’s house Mr. Browne had spent a considerable part of his time. Travels in Nubia by John Lewis Burckhard

Edmund Burke If what this society has thought proper to send forth had been a piece of argument, it would have signified little whose argument it was. Reflections on the Revolution in France by Edmund Burke [1790]

The lake along whose border they had been travelling was not banked at the end, but overflowed to the lower level in half a dozen beautiful, threadlike falls, white and throwing off spray. A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay [1920]

T. E. Lawrence We looked up on the left to a long wall of rock, sheering in like a thousand-foot wave towards the middle of the valley; whose other arc, to the right, was an opposing line of steep, red broken hills. Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T. E. Lawrence [1926]

Arthur Conan Doyle So much, for the moment, for my two white companions, whose characters and limitations will be further exposed, as surely as my own, as this narrative proceeds. The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle [1912]

Eleanor could see how earnestly he watched the flaxen-haired girl, whose childish simplicity no doubt made her very bewitching to the grave man of business. Eleanor's Victory by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1863]

Henry Fielding Let me beseech you, madam, let not that dear heart, whose tenderness is so inclined to compassionate the miseries of others, be hardened only against the sufferings which itself occasions. Amelia by Henry Fielding

Ann Radcliffe With these thoughts, she entered the apartment of the Countess, whose concurrence was necessary to ratify her resolves, and, having declared them, awaited in trembling expectation her decision. The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne by Ann Radcliffe [1789]

I cannot restrain my indignation when I remember that warm-hearted impetuous girl, bold in her ignorance of wrong, whose love he deliberately won and as deliberately slighted when ’twas won. Mohawks by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1886]

That lady, whose chief aim was to shine, recommended to her the things most likely to fall into conversation, that she might be qualified to bear her part in it. A Description of Millenium Hall and the Country Adjacent by Sarah Sco

The famous Cartouche, whose name has become synonymous with ruffian in their language, had none of the generosity, courtesy, and devoted bravery which are so requisite to make a robber-hero. Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds by Charles Mackay [1852]

To gain this end, I took myself to Kom, with a view of ingratiating myself with the mûshtehed, whose recommendation I knew would do me more good than ten years of prayer and fasting. The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Ispahan by James Justinian Morier

There are two men upon whose lives I desire to place a spy. Run to Earth by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1868]

Wilkie Collins Peepholes were pierced in the wall of each room, and we were never certain, while at work, whose eye was observing, or whose ear was listening in secret. A Rogue’s Life by Wilkie Collins [1879]

It is not surprising that Knud Ibsen, whose to were in a worse condition than ever, refused even to consider a course of life which would entail a heavy and long-continued expense. Henrik Ibsen by Edmund Gosse

Jules Verne The town above with its kremlin, whose circumference measures two versts, and which resembles that of Moscow, was altogether abandoned. Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne [1876]

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

Jane Austen I will parody them — Blest Knight! whose dictatorial looks dispense To Children affluence, to Rushworth sense. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen [1814]

Jules Verne Towards three o’clock new flocks of birds were seen through certain trees, at whose aromatic berries they were pecking, those of the juniper- tree among others. The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne [1874]

Ann Radcliffe He flew to the door by which he had entered, and was fortunate enough to reach it before the entrance of the persons whose steps he heard. A Sicilian Romance by Ann Radcliffe [1790]

Anthony Trollope There was a vulgar meddling about it — all coming from the violent virtue of a Consul whose father had been a nobody at Arpinum — which was well calculated to drive Catiline into madness. The Life of Cicero by Anthony Trollope [1881]

Wilkie Collins She put the child down again, and turned for a last look at the man whose happiness she had wrecked — in pity to him. The New Magdalen by Wilkie Collins [1873]

F. Scott Fitzgerald Did you ever see a grown man when he’s trying for a secret society — or a rising family whose name is up at some club? They’ll jump when they hear the sound of the word. This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Edith Wharton Stanwell was sure that the sculptor would take no one into his confidence, and least of all his sister, whose faith in his artistic independence was the chief prop of that tottering pose. The Hermit and the Wild Woman and other stories by Edith Wharton [1908]

Abraham Merri Now Yolara was down, Lakla meshed in her writhings and fighting like some wild mother whose babes are serpent menaced. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

Florence Dixie It took fully three hours to get our miscellaneous goods and chattels stowed away on the pack-horses, whose number was thirteen. Across Patagonia by Florence Dixie [1880]

John Galsworthy His client not being a rich man, the matter was a serious one for him; he was a very talented architect, whose professional reputation was undoubtedly somewhat at stake. The Man of Property by John Galsworthy

Edith Wharton The Moderates, to whose party Count Roberto belonged, talked of prudence, compromise, the education of the masses; but if their words were a velvet sheath their thought was a dagger. Crucial Instances by Edith Wharton [1901]

Sinclair Lewis News spreads not slowly in Wheatsylvania. There is a certain interest in other people’s affairs, and the eyes of citizens of whose existence Martin did not know had followed him from his arrival. Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis [1925]

John Galsworthy If only something would blow in out of the unkempt cold, out of the waste and wilderness of a London whose flowers she plucked. The White Monkey by John Galsworthy

Arthur Conan Doyle They have great fun with the hens, on whose backs they ride, but they do not like them because they ‘jeer’ at them. The Coming of the Fairies by Arthur Conan Doyle [1922]

Benjamin Disraeli Among these woods, too, had Venetia first mused over her father; before her rose those mysterious chambers, whose secret she had penetrated at the risk of her life. Venetia by Benjamin Disraeli [1837]

George Gissing Not the manufactured stuff sold under that name in shops, but honey of the hive, brought to me by a neighbouring cottager whose bees often hum in my garden. The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft by George Gissing [1902]

Arthur Machen And perhaps the truth was that Last was influenced very strongly by his aversion from leaving young Henry, whose extraordinary brilliance and intelligence amazed and delighted him more and more. Holy Terrors by Arthur Machen

Andrew Lang And when night came, the lion cub, whose eyes were bright and keen, stole up to Manus, and Manus got on his back, and the lion cub sprang ashore and bade Manus rest on the rock and wait for him. The Orange Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Thomas Hardy The next morning Sue, whose nervousness intensified with the hours, took Jude privately into the sitting-room before starting. Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

He looked exceedingly fragile as he stood in the candlelight beside his brother, whose body was beginning to thicken, and his nephew, whose strength and health shone through his young limbs. Rogue Herries by Hugh Walpole [1930]

The few ladies whose acquaintance she had made at the Deberles’ house deemed it their duty to tender her their sympathy. A Love Episode by Émile Zola [1878]

I am obliged, however humbling it may sound, to except myself: as far as I was concerned, those blue eyes were guiltless, and calm as the sky, to whose tint theirs seemed akin. Villette by Charlotte Brontë [1853]

G. K. Chesterton Then Syme, whose eyes were the keenest, broke into a little bitter whistle, and said “It is quite true. The Man Who Was Thursday by G. K. Chesterton

Nellie Bly On the right, directly opposite to the tom-tom player, was a man, whose duty it was to play a strange looking organ. Around the World in Seventy-Two Days by Nellie Bly [1890]

After leaving Arrino we met Mr. Brooklyn and Mr. King, two Government surveyors, at whose camp we rested a day. Australia Twice Traversed by Ernest Giles

Victor Hugo Why should James II., whose credit required the concealment of such acts, have allowed that to be written which endangered their success? The answer is, cynicism — haughty indifference. The Man Who Laughs by Victor Hugo [1869]

Walter Scott Thou thyself hast borne terms of truce from the kings and princes, whose force is here assembled, to the mighty Soldan, and knewest not, perchance, the full tenor of thine own errand. The Talisman by Walter Scott [1825]

If her forehead shone luminous with the reflex of a halo, I knew in the fire of whose irids that circlet of holy flame had generation. Villette by Charlotte Brontë [1853]

George Gissing But unfortunately she has the care of two, whose mother—a cousin of hers—is dead, and whose father has run away. The Whirlpool by George Gissing [1896]

Arthur Conan Doyle On glancing downwards, however, he was aware of a small lady, whose delicate face and bright bird-like eyes were turned upwards to his own. The Land of Mist by Arthur Conan Doyle [1926]

Andrew Lang There is Canon Farrar, for example, whose romances of boyish life appear to be very popular, but whose boys, somehow, are not real boys. Adventures Among Books by Andrew Lang

I was acquainted, in my early days, with a Captain Vandael, whose father had served King William in the Low Countries, and also in my own unhappy land during the Irish campaigns. The Purcell Papers by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Thus attired he might, in an uncertain light, have been very easily mistaken for the man whose clothes he wore. Run to Earth by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1868]

Charles Dickens It was an old man with long grey hair, whose face and figure as he held the light above his head and looked before him as he approached, I could plainly see. The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens [1840]

George Meredith If he parted company with them, they would immediately part company with the young woman, whose condition was evident. Evan Harrington by George Meredith [1861]

Others would be happy; but the sound of mirthful voices and light laughter would fall with a terrible discordance on the ear of the man whose mind was tortured by hidden doubts. Run to Earth by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1868]

George Gissing Before quitting the chair for her bed, she went to spend a quarter of an hour by her mother, whose hand she held throughout the time. A Life's Morning by George Gissing [1885]

Guy de Maupassan She breathed easier, smiled at the houses, recognized with joy the look of the city, whose details all true Parisians seem to carry in their eyes and hearts. Strong as Death by Guy de Maupassan

Victor Hugo The child, whose fingers were numbed with frost, shuddered when he touched its coldness. The Man Who Laughs by Victor Hugo [1869]

G. K. Chesterton The mounted men were not common policemen, but knights with spurs and plume whose smooth and splendid armour glittered like diamond rather than steel. The Ball and the Cross by G. K. Chesterton [1909]

Horace Walpole The valour that had so long been smothered in his breast broke forth at once; he rushed impetuously on the Knight, whose pride and wrath were not less powerful incentives to hardy deeds. The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole [1764]

Ann Radcliffe Madame took all affectionate leave of Julia, whose heart, in spite of reason, sunk when she saw her depart, though but for the necessary interval of repose. A Sicilian Romance by Ann Radcliffe [1790]

Edith Wharton Her lips, colourless and pressed together, barely parted to reply to the film star, whose last advance she appeared not to have noticed. The Children by Edith Wharton [1928]

D. H. Lawrence Away beyond the boulevard the thin stripes of the metals showed upon the railway-track, whose margin was crowded with little stacks of timber, beside which smoking toy engines fussed. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

Elizabeth Gaskell As I told Mr. Gray. I consider a knowledge of the Creed, and of the Lord’s Prayer, as essential to salvation; and that any child may have, whose parents bring it regularly to church. My Lady Ludlow by Elizabeth Gaskell [1858]

Edith Wharton Odo could not control a thrill of strange anticipation as he found himself alone in this silent room with the girl whose heart had so lately beat against his own. The Valley of Decision by Edith Wharton [1902]

Henry James He took upon himself to send for Nick without speaking to Mrs. Lendon, whose influence was now a good deal like that of some large occasional piece of furniture introduced on a contingency. The Tragic Muse by Henry James [1890]

William Godwin She was at the house of an old and intimate friend, a lady of the name of Cotton, whose partiality for her was strong and sincere. Memoirs of the Author of a Vindication of the Rights of Woman by William Godwin [1798]

William Makepeace Thackeray For instance, he meets me and Bob Fitz-Urse in Pall Mall, at whose paternal house he was also a visitor. Mens Wives by William Makepeace Thackeray [1843]

Wilkie Collins On leaving England she was the last person in the world whose name I would have suffered to pass my lips. The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins [1868]

Sigmund Freud The schoolmaster, whose image in my dream obscured that of the physician, had also only one eye. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud [1911]

Rudyard Kipling P. and O. steamers do not touch at that port, and, besides, Madame Binat knew everybody whose help or advice was worth anything. The Light That Failed by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Wilkie Collins One of the village women, whose white wild face I remembered the picture of terror when we pulled down the beam, was giggling with another woman, the picture of inanity, over an old washing-tub. The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins [1860]

Wilkie Collins Abroad, he had lived as exclusively as he possibly could, among women whose characters ranged downwards by infinitesimal degrees, from the mysteriously doubtful to the notoriously bad. Basil by Wilkie Collins [1852]

Anthony Trollope Tifto, of whose antecedents no one was supposed to know anything. The Duke’s Children by Anthony Trollope

Washington Irving He soon grew weary of his new acquaintances, whose conversation spoke so little to the head, and nothing to the heart; and gradually relapsed into his loneliness. The Alhambra by Washington Irving

F. Scott Fitzgerald He’s the sort whose idea of honoring and respecting a woman would be never to give her any excitement. The Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1922]

Indeed, they could hardly add to this gentleman’s reputation, whose works in Latin and English poetry long since convinced the world that he was the greatest master in Europe of those two languages. The Life and Letters of John Gay by Lewis Melville

Thomas Hobbes Therefore in what manner God spake to those sovereign prophets of the Old Testament, whose office it was to enquire of Him, is not intelligible. Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes

M. R. James It contains the tomb of the family of Francis, whose mansion, Anningley Hall, a solid Queen Anne house, stands immediately beyond the churchyard in a park of about 80 acres. Ghost Stories of an Antiquary by M. R. James

George Eliot But the passing wish about pretty Tessa was almost immediately eclipsed by the recurrent recollection of that friar whose face had some irrecoverable association for him. Romola by George Eliot [1862-3]

I obtained a good deal of fragmentary information about him from an old man in some almshouses at Ullerton, whose grandfather was a schoolfellow of Matthew’s. Birds of Prey by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1867]

George Meredith Raising him in a business-like way, he settled him on an arm and stepped briskly across gravel-walk and lawn, like a horse to whose neck a smart touch of the whip has been applied. The Adventures of Harry Richmond by George Meredith [1871]

G. K. Chesterton The joyful Micawber, whose very despair was exultant, and the desolate Dorrit, whose very pride was pitiful, were the same man. Appreciations and Criticisms of the Works of Charles Dickens by G. K. Chesterton [1911]

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu It would have been gross folly to betray his jealousy of the attorney, whose opportunities with his uncle he had no means of limiting or interrupting, and against whom he had as yet no case. The Tenants of Malory by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu [1867]

Frances Hodgson Burnett It had all come back before he reached the house in Kensington whose windows looked into the thick leaves of the plane trees. Robin by Frances Hodgson Burnett [1922]

It was the old Larose who was now speaking, the Larose at whose bedside she had so often sat and not the Larose who but a few minutes before had stood before them as their judge. The Judgment of Larose by Arthur Gask [1934]

Edith Wharton The type was familiar to Halo, so much of whose girlhood had been lived in continental pensions; but to Vance it was more novel and exciting than anything that Montparnasse could offer. The Gods Arrive by Edith Wharton [1932]

William Morris Tell me whose daughter she is, and of what lineage?” And therewith he took her hand and kissed her. The Well At The World’s End by William Morris [1896]

When he returned, a few seconds later, he was accompanied by a portly individual, whose nationality the veriest tyro could not mistake. The Red Rat’s Daughter by Guy Boothby [1899]

Henry Fielding Indeed the only persons who betrayed any deficiency on this occasion were those on whose account the feast was provided. The History of the Adventures of Joseph Andrews and his friend Mr Abraham Adams by Henry Fielding

Maria Edgeworth Sir Arthur Berryl’s honourable conduct in paying his father’s debts, and his generosity to his mother and sisters, whose fortunes were left entirely dependent upon him, first pleased my friend. The Absentee by Maria Edgeworth

Ford Madox Ford He was, however, in appearance a very ordinary, thin N.C.O. whose spidery legs, when very rarely he appeared on parade, had the air of running away with him as a race-horse might do. No More Parades by Ford Madox Ford [1925]

That is my little wild strawberry, Hunsden, whose sweetness made me careless of your hothouse grapes. The Professor by Charlotte Bronte [1857]

George Meredith Outwardly the Italians conducted themselves with the air of ordinary heedless citizens, in whose bosoms the music set no hell-broth boiling. Vittoria by George Meredith [1867]

Tobias Smolle Enraged at this intimation, he demanded at whose suit, and was answered through the wicket, “At the suit of the King, in whose name I will hold you fast, with God’s assistance. The Life and Adventures of Sir Launcelot Greaves by Tobias Smolle

Abraham Merri So too had that wondrous Disk whose visible and concentrate power, whose manifest leadership, had made us name it emperor. The Metal Monster by Abraham Merri

Thy brother there has better manners,” said her father, pointing to the cherubic son and heir, whose ideas were concentrated upon a loaded plate of red-deer pasty. London Pride by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1896]

Anthony Trollope She had been ruined by the cruelty of that man whose step at this moment she heard beneath her. Linda Tressel by Anthony Trollope [1868]

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

We’re waiting to hear how you propose to show that you’re a friend of that great host of suffering souls on whose behalf we’ve come to plead to you. A Second Coming by Richard Marsh [1900]

Olive Schreiner Not slavery, nor the most vast accumulations of wealth, could destroy a nation by enervation, whose women remained active, virile, and laborious. Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner

Did I not say I prefer a master? One in whose presence I shall feel obliged and disposed to be good. Shirley by Charlotte Bronte [1849]

Virginia Woolf It was a thousand pities that the woman who could write like that, whose mind was tuned to nature and reflection, should have been forced to anger and bitterness. A room of one’s own by Virginia Woolf [1929]

Mrs. Courtenay had lived long enough to know how few and far between are those among our fellow-creatures whose hearts are not entirely engrossed by the function of their own circulation. Diana Tempest by Mary Cholmondeley [1893]

You reminded me for a moment of a pirate king of whom I used to read in my boyish days, whose habit it was to carry an arsenal about with him wherever he might go. The Crime and the Criminal by Richard Marsh [1897]

Gebenna’s strand Saw me enroll’d in Love’s devoted band, And mark’d my toils through many hard campaigns And wounds, whose scars my memory yet retains. Petrarch’s Triumphs by Petrarch

We are all branches of one tree, whose stem is Christ. To return to the point. A Second Coming by Richard Marsh [1900]

Anthony Trollope At whose cost can I live with less scruple than at yours? You, at any rate, have not robbed our mother of her good name, as my father has done. Mr. Scarborough's Family by Anthony Trollope [1883]

Henry Kingsley Perhaps when they come to explore this coast a little more they may find some old ship’s ribs jammed on a reef; the ribs of some ship whose name and memory has perished. The Recollections of Geoffrey Hamlyn by Henry Kingsley [1859]

Marie Corelli Your very grief — your present inaction, may for all we know, be injuring the soul of the man whose loss you mourn!” She sighed. The Master-Christian by Marie Corelli [1900]

Charles Dickens They entered a homely bedchamber, garnished in a scanty way with chairs, whose spindle-shanks bespoke their age, and other furniture of very little worth; but clean and neatly kept. Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens [1841]

It is a malignant spirit, for ever struggling with the ‘Emanation,’ or imaginative side of man, whose triumph is the supreme end of the universe. Books and Characters by Lytton Strachey

D. H. Lawrence It was Birkin whose hand, in swift response, had closed in a strong, warm clasp over the hand of the other. Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence

George Gissing I know,” added Piers quickly, “that there are men whose spirit, whose work, doesn’t share in that failure; they are the men—the very few—who are above self-interest. The Crown of Life by George Gissing [1899]

Rudyard Kipling If you expostulate tearfully, they produce another horse, a raw, red fiend whose ear has to be screwed round and round, and round and round, before she will by any manner of means consent to start. The Giridih Coal-Fields by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

William Shakespeare Hearing you praised, I say ‘’tis so, ’tis true,’ And to the most of praise add something more; But that is in my thought, whose love to you, Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare

Sinclair Lewis When he had first come to New York, Martin had looked for Clif, whose boisterousness had been his comfort among Angus Duers and Irving Watterses in medical school. Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis [1925]

M. P. Shiel But, as there was no moon, and she flew straighter toward an end, he only came upon her when she had scrambled upon a horse, whose hoofs, as she galloped off, spattered grit into his face. Children of the Wind by M. P. Shiel [1923]

You are right there, by the Lord.” Sarah Purfoy laughed a low, full-toned laugh, whose sound made Blunt’s pulse take a jump forward, and sent the blood tingling down to his fingers ends. For the term of his natural life by Marcus Clarke [1874]

Edith Wharton And there was the woman, made his widow by mischance as it were, with her child on her arm — whose child? — and a scoundrelly black-mailing lawyer to work up her case for her. Sanctuary by Edith Wharton [1903]

Theodore Dreiser He hurried out and ran fast; first, to his mother’s grocer, whose store was within a block of his home. The Financier by Theodore Dreiser

A tall officer of police with a thick black mustache on a red face unceremoniously jostled his way through the crowd, followed by the soldiers, whose heavy boots trampled loudly on the stones. Mother by Maksim Gorky

The Countess del V——e, whose father was shot in a former revolution, had just risen this morning, when a shell entered the wall close by the side of her bed, and burst in the mattress. Life in Mexico by Frances Calderon de la Barca [1843]