1 That was a plain statement of the cloudy purpose which had driven him in headlong to Starkfield.
2 As they took wing for this it seemed to him that they were flying indeed, flying far up into the cloudy night, with Starkfield immeasurably below them, falling away like a speck in space.
3 Her daylight view of them necessarily differed from the cloudy vision of the night.
4 The cloudy white blossoms of the plum trees filled the grove with a springtime mistiness which gave an illusion of distance.
5 They came to the cloudy bulk of a barn whose outer wall was directly upon the road.
6 It was a cloudy, sultry afternoon; the seamen were lazily lounging about the decks, or vacantly gazing over into the lead-coloured waters.
7 When the weather was dark and cloudy Edna could not work.
8 There would be cloudy grey light over the playgrounds.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1
9 His soul was swooning into some new world, fantastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by cloudy shapes and beings.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 4
10 The instant of inspiration seemed now to be reflected from all sides at once from a multitude of cloudy circumstances of what had happened or of what might have happened.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5
11 The room seemed to have grown darker, as if all the sad light of the cloudy evening had taken refuge on her forehead.
12 Still I would penetrate their misty veil and seek them in their cloudy retreats.
13 I must have read very perspicuously, or the poor soul must have been deeply interested, for I remember she had a cloudy impression, after I had done, that they were a sort of vegetable.
14 We brought the locker out, extinguished the candle, fastened the door on the outside, and left the old boat close shut up, a dark speck in the cloudy night.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 51. THE BEGINNING OF A LONGER JOURNEY
15 It was a foggy, cloudy morning, and a dun-coloured veil hung over the house-tops, looking like the reflection of the mud-coloured streets beneath.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In PART I: CHAPTER III. THE LAURISTON GARDEN MYSTERY