1 "I hope I never will," she answered.
2 Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
3 He looked at me anxiously as if he hoped I'd corroborate this.
4 When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his light blue eyes.
5 He was clutching at some last hope and I couldn't bear to shake him free.
6 I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but she didn't, because she was in love with me too.
7 He waited a moment longer, hoping I'd begin a conversation, but I was too absorbed to be responsive, so he went unwillingly home.
8 Self consciously, with his authoritative arms breaking the way, we pushed through the still gathering crowd, passing a hurried doctor, case in hand, who had been sent for in wild hope half an hour ago.
9 It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
10 This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament"--it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.