Bad flute-players twist and
twirl, if they have to represent 'the quoit-throw,' or hustle the coryphaeus when they perform the 'Scylla.' Tragedy, it is said, has this same defect.
There goes a straw--well, how it does twist and
twirl, to be sure!
Then does she
twirl and twine, a pastoral nymph of good family, through the mazes of the dance.
Kennedy, with his hair blown wildly about his face, looked on without speaking; but the doctor had regained all his daring in the midst of this deadly peril, and not a sign of his emotion was betrayed in his countenance, even when, after a last violent
twirl, the Victoria stopped suddenly in the midst of a most unlooked-for calm; the north wind had abruptly got the upper hand, and now drove her back with equal rapidity over the route she had traversed in the morning.
'No, sir, he comes on later in the afternoon.' Another
twirl of the great hat, and then Young John said, rising, 'I am afraid I must wish you good day, sir.'
As for those antique floor-cloth & still occasionally seen in the dwellings of the rabble - cloths of huge, sprawling, and radiating devises, stripe-interspersed, and glorious with all hues, among which no ground is intelligible-these are but the wicked invention of a race of time-servers and money-lovers - children of Baal and worshippers of Mammon - Benthams, who, to spare thought and economize fancy, first cruelly invented the Kaleidoscope, and then established joint-stock companies to
twirl it by steam.
The policeman
twirled his club and took a step or two.
Next to Weyrother sat Count Langeron who, with a subtle smile that never left his typically southern French face during the whole time of the reading, gazed at his delicate fingers which rapidly
twirled by its corners a gold snuffbox on which was a portrait.
He had taken her parasol from her hands while he spoke to her, and he now lifted it and
twirled it above him as he lay on his back.
But if your superior culture gets leaky again -- " He did not complete the sentence, but he
twirled his gleaming axe so carelessly that the Woggle-Bug looked frightened, and shrank away to a safe distance.
She strided up to him and
twirled her fingers in his face.
The Prince, as he
twirled his fair moustache, glanced carelessly enough across at the Duchess.