1 For he was still reading it with knitted brows.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 49. I AM INVOLVED IN MYSTERY 2 Mrs. Heep, with a prodigious sniff, resumed her knitting.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP 3 Next day the knitting and watching began again, and lasted all day.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP 4 In the drawing-room, there was the mother knitting and watching again.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP 5 Mrs. Peggotty with the white apron, was knitting on the opposite side of the fire.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 3. I HAVE A CHANGE 6 Somebody broke down in a piece of knitting, and no one but Sophy was able to put the defaulter in the right direction.
7 We all said something, or looked something, to welcome him, except Mrs. Gummidge, who only shook her head over her knitting.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 3. I HAVE A CHANGE 8 Accordingly, when Mr. Peggotty came home about nine o'clock, this unfortunate Mrs. Gummidge was knitting in her corner, in a very wretched and miserable condition.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 3. I HAVE A CHANGE 9 To have seen the mother and son, like two great bats hanging over the whole house, and darkening it with their ugly forms, made me so uncomfortable, that I would rather have remained downstairs, knitting and all, than gone to bed.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP 10 But Mrs. Heep had asked permission to bring herself and her knitting near the fire, in that room; on pretence of its having an aspect more favourable for her rheumatics, as the wind then was, than the drawing-room or dining-parlour.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP 11 When she had finished her breakfast, my aunt very deliberately leaned back in her chair, knitted her brows, folded her arms, and contemplated me at her leisure, with such a fixedness of attention that I was quite overpowered by embarrassment.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 14. MY AUNT MAKES UP HER MIND ABOUT ME 12 What the knitting was, I don't know, not being learned in that art; but it looked like a net; and as she worked away with those Chinese chopsticks of knitting-needles, she showed in the firelight like an ill-looking enchantress, baulked as yet by the radiant goodness opposite, but getting ready for a cast of her net by and by.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP 13 Whensoever, slowly pondering over my letter, I lifted up my eyes, and meeting the thoughtful face of Agnes, saw it clear, and beam encouragement upon me, with its own angelic expression, I was conscious presently of the evil eye passing me, and going on to her, and coming back to me again, and dropping furtively upon the knitting.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 39. WICKFIELD AND HEEP