As he was thus speaking, he had risen from bed with great difficulty, holding to my shoulder with a grip that almost made me cry out, and moving his legs like so much dead weight
Marian had been like a sack of meal, a dead weight
of plumpness under which he has literally staggered.
Before I could stoop for it there was a dead weight
on my left arm, and Squire Rattray was over the table at a bound, with his arms jostling mine beneath Eva Denison's senseless form.
There was a noise like that of a stone hitting a wall, a deep groan, her grasp relaxed, and she dropped a dead weight
upon the pavement, while the Admiral sprang back and raised his stick once more, ready either for attack or defense.
In such a party, Harriet would be rather a dead weight
than otherwise; but for the poor girl herself, it seemed a peculiarly cruel necessity that was to be placing her in such a state of unmerited punishment.
He felt the woman who was clinging to his arm become suddenly a dead weight
He preferred to attribute it to the dead weight
of instinct which he could not step over, again through weakness and meanness.
As the dead weight
of the big girl of six became too heavy for one arm to bear, I transferred it to the other; or, if both were weary of the burden, I carried her into a corner, and told her she might come out when she should find the use of her feet, and stand up: but she generally preferred lying there like a log till dinner or tea-time, when, as I could not deprive her of her meals, she must be liberated, and would come crawling out with a grin of triumph on her round, red face.
This the heavy junk prevented, lumbering along behind and holding the Reindeer back by just so much dead weight
The coins alone were priceless, leaving out of count all the precious stones; and the dead weight
of the gold and silver alone might be two or three hundred tons.
There was a bite and kick to the wheel even in "boy's" weather; he could feel the dead weight
in the hold flung forward mightily across the surges, and the streaming line of bubbles overside made his eyes dizzy.
Miss Murdstone's heavy eyebrows followed me to the door - I say her eyebrows rather than her eyes, because they were much more important in her face - and she looked so exactly as she used to look, at about that hour of the morning, in our parlour at Blunderstone, that I could have fancied I had been breaking down in my lessons again, and that the dead weight
on my mind was that horrible old spelling-book, with oval woodcuts, shaped, to my youthful fancy, like the glasses out of spectacles.