Before the look of loathing in his handsome face Gonzaga cringed.
I, in the background, noted their black looks at me even as they cringed.
Whenever she passed him she cringed as if expectant of a blow.
She cringed at the thought, for what was she that a man should die in her service?
And there was a time when Europe cringed at the clank of the Prussian sword!
If we brushed close to one, he cringed like a dog who fears a kick.
She cringed and fell to her knees, screaming and seizing his stirrup.
Now he cringed at the thought of venturing into that flood again.
At his left, Miss Abercrombie cringed deeper into her chair at the broadside.
I cringed to her moans; I shook under the blow that stifled them.