1 I only drove over it in the dark.
2 It was quite dark when she awakened again.
3 His face was pitifully white and there were dark circles round his eyes.
4 "I thought perhaps it always rained or looked dark in England," Mary said.
5 When he stopped and spoke to her his dark eyes looked almost soft and kind.
6 The corridor looked very long and dark, but she was too excited to mind that.
7 There was one part of the wall where the creeping dark green leaves were more bushy than elsewhere.
8 Howsoever carefully she looked she could see nothing but thickly growing, glossy, dark green leaves.
9 I think the ground is full of daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and iris working their way out of the dark.
10 His once dark, heavy locks had begun to look as if they sprang healthily from his forehead and were soft and warm with life.
11 Sometimes they were pictures of dark, curious landscapes, but oftenest they were portraits of men and women in queer, grand costumes made of satin and velvet.
12 Such nice clear places were made round them that they had all the breathing space they wanted, and really, if Mistress Mary had known it, they began to cheer up under the dark earth and work tremendously.
13 The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before and around them.
14 Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in some one's eyes.
15 "No, I will not have the nurse," so magnificently that Mary could not help remembering how the young native Prince had looked with his diamonds and emeralds and pearls stuck all over him and the great rubies on the small dark hand he had waved to command his servants to approach with salaams and receive his orders.
16 Mary told him her story about the midnight wuthering of the wind which had wakened her and about the faint far-off sounds of the complaining voice which had led her down the dark corridors with her candle and had ended with her opening of the door of the dimly lighted room with the carven four-posted bed in the corner.
17 She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.
Your search result possibly is over 17 sentences. If you upgrade to a VIP account, you will see up to 500 sentences for one search.