1 The dress set off to perfection the seventeen-inch waist, the smallest in three counties, and the tightly fitting basque showed breasts well matured for her sixteen years.
2 Mammy finally turned the men out of the dining room and closed the door, so the fitting could begin.
3 She did not want to display her condition in this poorly fitting black dress which accentuated rather than hid her figure.
4 If one did drag one's self out of bed at such an hour, and come down fresh and radiant to the monotony of note-writing, some special recognition of the sacrifice seemed fitting.
5 Lily had no real intimacy with nature, but she had a passion for the appropriate and could be keenly sensitive to a scene which was the fitting background of her own sensations.
6 They were always black and tightly fitting, with an expensive glitter: she was the kind of woman who wore jet at breakfast.
7 The blinds of Mrs. Peniston's drawing-room were drawn down against the oppressive June sun, and in the sultry twilight the faces of her assembled relatives took on a fitting shadow of bereavement.
8 And it had suddenly occurred to her that Rosedale, who had surprised Trenor's confidence, was the fitting person to receive and transmit her version of the facts.
9 Nor did the scout fail to throw in a pertinent inquiry, whenever a fitting occasion presented.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 22 10 I am your prisoner, and, at a fitting time shall be ready to follow, even to my death.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 30 11 I bent myself to devising ways and means for our escape, and meanwhile strove, on all fitting occasions, to impress them with the gross fraud and inhumanity of slavery.
12 All things being arranged, they only waited a fitting opportunity to put their plan in execution.
13 Hear my tale; it is long and strange, and the temperature of this place is not fitting to your fine sensations; come to the hut upon the mountain.
14 He was close beside me, when I walked away from the house, slowly fitting his long skeleton fingers into the still longer fingers of a great Guy Fawkes pair of gloves.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 25. GOOD AND BAD ANGELS 15 Everything about his face and figure, from his short-cropped black hair and freshly shaven chin down to his loosely fitting, brand-new uniform, was simple and at the same time elegant.