1 "He insulted us all and the Confederacy too," said Mrs. Merriwether, and her stout bust heaved violently beneath its glittering passementerie trimmings.
2 He stood for a moment looking down, the sun glittering on his golden head.
3 "No," said India, her pale eyes glittering.
4 Glad there was some other place than this house to shelter Rhett until his glittering, murderous mood had passed.
5 Selden, stumbling on a chance acquaintance, had dined with him, and adjourned, still in his company, to the brightly lit Promenade, where a line of crowded stands commanded the glittering darkness of the waters.
6 Selden's calmness seemed rather to harden into resistance, and Miss Bart's into a surface of glittering irony, as they faced each other from the opposite corners of one of Mrs. Hatch's elephantine sofas.
7 No one save Kennicott knew exactly what this meant, but they laughed, and Sam Clark's party assumed a glittering lemon-yellow color of brocade panels and champagne and tulle and crystal chandeliers and sporting duchesses.
8 On one side, New Bedford rose in terraces of streets, their ice-covered trees all glittering in the clear, cold air.
9 Lit up by the moon, it looked celestial; seemed some plumed and glittering god uprising from the sea.
10 The glittering mouth yawned beneath the boat like an open-doored marble tomb; and giving one sidelong sweep with his steering oar, Ahab whirled the craft aside from this tremendous apparition.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 133. The Chase—First Day. 11 Soon we could see the broken, grassy clay cliffs which indicated the windings of the stream, and the glittering tops of the cottonwoods and ash trees that grew down in the ravine.
12 The sky was brilliantly blue, and the sunlight on the glittering white stretches of prairie was almost blinding.
13 I used to imagine that the 'nobles' of whom Antonia was always talking probably looked very much like Christian Harling, wore caped overcoats like his, and just such a glittering diamond upon the little finger.'
14 The heartless world which Marguerite re-entered with Varville had never been so glittering and reckless as on the night when it gathered in Olympe's salon for the fourth act.
15 But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the little glittering circlet.