1 "Mother of Sorrows," moaned Gerald, moving a thickly furred tongue around parched lips.
2 Gulping down the bitter brew of parched corn and dried sweet potatoes that passed for coffee, she went out to join the girls.
3 Scarlett held wobbling heads that parched lips might drink, poured buckets of water over dusty, feverish bodies and into open wounds that the men might enjoy a brief moment's relief.
4 The heavy hominy stuck in her throat like glue and never before had the mixture of parched corn and ground-up yams that passed for coffee been so repulsive.
5 Her tongue was furred and her throat parched as if flames had scorched it and no amount of water could assuage her thirst.
6 She held his hand tightly and stared ahead as the car swung round a corner and stopped in the street before a prosaic frame house in a small parched lawn.
7 Every minute, as the train sped on, the colors of things became dingier; the fields were grown parched and yellow, the landscape hideous and bare.
8 His corn is not well parched, and it seems dry.
9 We moistened the parched lips, and the patient quickly revived.
10 His mouth twitched, and his parched tongue seemed unable to articulate.
11 A sigh of relief broke from his parched lips, and the colour came back to his cheeks.
12 "Good night," answered the young man, passing up the steps and wiping his parched mouth with a handkerchief.
13 In the morning I went to the court; my lips and throat were parched.
14 Often, when all was dry, the heavens cloudless, and I was parched by thirst, a slight cloud would bedim the sky, shed the few drops that revived me, and vanish.
15 The abbe rose from his chair, made two turns round the chamber, and pressed his trembling hand against his parched throat.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 27. The Story.