Hussey hurried towards an open door leading to the kitchen, and bawling
out clam for two, disappeared.
I have none o' yer bawling
, praying, singing niggers on my place; so remember.
His son obeyed, and the crowd approached; they were bawling
and hissing round a dingy hearse and dingy mourning coach, in which mourning coach there was only one mourner, dressed in the dingy trappings that were considered essential to the dignity of the position.
But the mingled reality and mystery of the whole show, the influence upon me of the poetry, the lights, the music, the company, the smooth stupendous changes of glittering and brilliant scenery, were so dazzling, and opened up such illimitable regions of delight, that when I came out into the rainy street, at twelve o'clock at night, I felt as if I had come from the clouds, where I had been leading a romantic life for ages, to a bawling
, splashing, link-lighted, umbrella-struggling, hackney-coach-jostling, patten-clinking, muddy, miserable world.
To stand in the dark in a mysterious passage of an unknown house, bawling
Estella to a scornful young lady neither visible nor responsive, and feeling it a dreadful liberty so to roar out her name, was almost as bad as playing to order.
I began, bawling
like an angry child, laying hands upon them and shaking them up together.
Another, the commander of the brigade, was galloping about bawling
The sight of a soldier in full array, with what appeared to be a long knife glittering on the end of a musket, struck Baptiste with such affright that he took to his heels, bawling
for mercy at the top of his voice.
The Achaeans were angry and disgusted, yet none the less he kept on brawling and bawling
at the son of Atreus.
And when the proud forest is falling, To my oxen cheerfully calling, From morn until night I am bawling
, Whoa, back there, and haw and gee; Till our labor is mutually ended, By my strength and cattle befriended, And against the mosquitoes defended By the bark of the walnut-trees.
I hurried on board with the rest of the passengers, most of whom were in great perturbation: some bawling
out for their baggage; some tearing their hair and exclaiming that the boat would explode or sink; some already pale with the heaving of the stream; some gazing affrighted at the ugly aspect of the steersman; and some still dizzy with the slumberous influences of the Enchanted Ground.
When Lady Russell not long afterwards, was entering Bath on a wet afternoon, and driving through the long course of streets from the Old Bridge to Camden Place, amidst the dash of other carriages, the heavy rumble of carts and drays, the bawling
of newspapermen, muffin-men and milkmen, and the ceaseless clink of pattens, she made no complaint.