The dreading of His hair and drape signify the force of His dance.

What should we tell them to do about their dread?

The dread question was not to be asked after all.

Now I have to tell him, she kept thinking with dread.

She was back in a moment with a new dread.

Then he has a dread of having me at his back.

Then once more we went on with our dread business.

Today the dread made him want to turn around and go back into the house.

So why was he feeling such a sense of dread?

The dread was about how I would deal with it.

He had not long to wait until his dread was made certain.

The heart of the white man went cold with dread.

All I need is to go back home with some dread disease.

Dread was the only word he could put to it.

In his own heart was the dread and the fear, the thing which he could not name.

Maybe the feeling of dread was coming from that need for change?

The dread winter of the north was all around us.

She had a cold dread of where this was going.

And when she asked herself that question it was with dread.

That was the beginning, middle and end of the dread.

I saw dread in all those watching eyes, but hope, too.

She had looked forward to it all day with dread.

For they would follow him, but do so in great dread.

When an evening was something to look forward to, not dread.

His state of dread could not have been more complete.

I was in dread that you would be among the students who had found the body this morning.

And now the day she had dreaded was finally here.

And she dreaded the moment when he would know, too.

I think they all knew and dreaded what was coming.

At the same time he dreaded what another news report might bring.

For the first time, she dreaded what was to come.

Then, about three years ago the day I had dreaded most of all came.

She dreaded to think what sort of state her face must be in.

Dread the thought of getting even less sleep than you do now?

And with that came the moment he had dreaded would come.

There was only one thing to find out now, and he dreaded the answer.

The one thing I dreaded like death was that someone might come and tell me.

There was only one man I had dreaded more to see.

He almost dreaded to find out what was going on in the hospital.

I dreaded to think what he was up to in there.

I dreaded having to ask for another one like that.

She dreaded the idea that people might be talking about her.

I dreaded the day I'd ever find my way into that book.

But after a few short weeks with our new baby, I dreaded the thought of going back.

The first to speak was the one he dreaded most.

There they were, the two of them, just as I had dreaded.

We dreaded that more than any thing this side of death.

She dreaded the effort, but knew it was the only way.

I dreaded that question, and it came up every few months.

She'd dreaded the thought of this night and now it had come.

At times, I dreaded seeing her come in the door.