Instantly Tom answered it, and leading Becky by the hand, started groping
down the corridor in its direction.
In a moment we were all three groping
about on our hands and knees, feeling for the slightest indication of a draught.
his way toward the far end of the chamber, he sought the candle which Tarzan had left stuck in its own wax upon the protruding end of an ingot.
Or else he probes them with the cruel hand of a vivisectionist, groping
about in their mental processes and examining their souls as though to see of what soul-stuff is made.
Him they had deserted, whether in sheer panic or out of revenge for his ill words and blows I know not; but there he remained behind, tapping up and down the road in a frenzy, and groping
and calling for his comrades.
But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping
under the hawthorn against the red sky, and heard their moans, I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare, and I struck no more of them.
Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping
and floundering condition which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds this day in the sight of heaven and earth.
along the rear of the canvas wall, she found that there was no opening there.
That was the sort of reward Rose liked, the thanks that cheered her; and whenever she grew very tired, one look at the green shade, the curly head so restless on the pillow, and the poor groping
hands, touched her tender heart and put new spirit into the weary voice.
Creeping from the house, and slinking off like a thief; groping
with his hands, when first he got into the street, as if he were a blind man; and looking often over his shoulder while he hurried away, as though he were followed in imagination or reality by someone anxious to question or detain him; Ralph Nickleby left the city behind him, and took the road to his own home.
And swifter still he seeks decay When groping
for the unattainable Or grieving over continents unknown.
I assume he followed the land and passed through what is at present known as Margate Roads, groping
his careful way along the hidden sandbanks, whose every tail and spit has its beacon or buoy nowadays.