1 'You must excuse it,' he added, turning to Arkady, and scraping with his foot; 'you understand, a woman's weakness; and well, a mother's heart.'
2 And Vassily Ivanovitch went bustling forward, scraping and flapping with his slippers trodden down at heel.
3 And I, of course, shall be panic-stricken as usual, I shall begin bowing and scraping before her and pulling my dressing-gown round me, I shall begin smiling, telling lies.
Notes from the Underground By Feodor DostoevskyContext Highlight In PART 2: VIII 4 came the sounds of animated feminine voices, interrupting one another and mingling with the rustling of dresses and the scraping of chairs.
5 Their chairs made a scraping noise as the gentlemen who had conferred rose with apparent relief, and began walking up and down, arm in arm, to stretch their legs and converse in couples.
6 "Oh, she'd never leave us as long as you needed her," he returned, scraping hard at his chin.
7 There was a scraping noise on the back porch.
8 She could hear Madame Antoine's heavy, scraping tread as she walked back and forth on the sanded floor.
9 "You take the first throw," said Alfred; and the brothers were soon lost in the game, and heard no more till the scraping of horses' feet was heard under the verandah.
10 When I returned with the pistol the table had been cleared, and Holmes was engaged in his favourite occupation of scraping upon his violin.
A Study In Scarlet By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In PART I: CHAPTER V. OUR ADVERTISEMENT BRINGS A VISITOR 11 the writer, scraping in the dunghill for sixpenny fame.
12 I had stooped and was scraping at this to see exactly what it was when I heard a muttered exclamation in German and saw the cadaverous face of the colonel looking down at me.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In IX. THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENGINEER’S THUMB 13 Mr Casey struggled up from his chair and bent across the table towards her, scraping the air from before his eyes with one hand as though he were tearing aside a cobweb.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 14 During the writing lesson he sat with his arms folded, listening to the slow scraping of the pens.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 15 He continued scraping his feet vigorously while the three women went upstairs, laughing, to the ladies' dressing-room.