He flew around with a great
whir of his wings and settled upon a large ram, with the intention of carrying him off, but his claws became entangled in the ram's fleece and he was not able to release himself, although he fluttered with his feathers as much as he could.
Once seated within what he already considered his new possession, the black's courage began to wane and when the motor was started and the great propeller commenced to whir, he screamed to the Englishman to stop the thing and permit him to alight, but the aviator could neither hear nor understand the black above the noise of the propeller and exhaust.
"I said I'd give this beggar the lesson of his life," he murmured as he heard, even above the whir of the propeller, the shriek of the terrified Negro.
Her lips moved but whether they voiced consent or refusal he did not know, for the words were drowned in the whir of the propeller.
The rope sped with singing
whir high above the heads of the blacks.
It all happened at the same time: a boy ran towards a dove and glanced smiling at Levin; the dove, with a
whir of her wings, darted away, flashing in the sun, amid grains of snow that quivered in the air, while from a little window there came a smell of fresh-baked bread, and the loaves were put out.
My company voice is so low and unimpressive that my first remark is merely an intimation that I am about to speak (like the
whir of the clock before it strikes): must it be revealed that I had another voice, that there was one door I never opened without leaving my reserve on the mat?
There was little sound, and none agreeable save the
whir of the ship's sewing machine at which Smee sat, ever industrious and obliging, the essence of the commonplace, pathetic Smee.
the apex at immaturity going balci as a business man but I refuse to grow up grow old fade away lie on the porch with all the tenacity of a neutered dog encircled by vultures Tony Alva, Bill Danforth, Ray Barbee, Lance Mountain, and Steve Caballero are heroes of my culture my ear still bends to the
whir stick click grind slide of obsession my ear still bends to the sounds of vandalism and public menacing my mind still dreams of nice long curbs without a cop in sight my heart still pounds with the passion of a "misunderstood youth" so when I the bald, out of shape professor of English dust off my manual and kickflip before class and you oh so maturely ask if it's completely necessary I respond you're damn skippy it's not necessary and that's what makes my life more fun than yours.
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