But the hours of darkness passed in peace; the men who still remained at their duty toiling hard at the pumps, whose clinking
and clanking at intervals through the dreary night dismally resounded through the ship.
As I looked, the handling-machine, with a faint and musical clinking
, extended, telescopic fashion, a tentacle that had been a moment before a mere blunt projection, until its end was hidden behind the mound of clay.
Yes, but with a jovial partner and dice, and guineas clinking
on the cloth, the night passes like a dream.
Jacob paused from his clinking
, and looked into the hole, while David began to scratch away the earth, as if in doubtful expectation.
Poyser, who was ironing a few things that still remained from the Monday's wash, had not been making a frequent clinking
with her iron and moving to and fro whenever she wanted it to cool; carrying the keen glance of her blue-grey eye from the kitchen to the dairy, where Hetty was making up the butter, and from the dairy to the back kitchen, where Nancy was taking the pies out of the oven.
The noise of quick steps, an odor of wine and viands, a clinking
of crystal and plates, warned them that they were coming to the end of their course.
The cultivator's wife leaned forward, her bracelets clinking
on her arm.
I do beg, no vulgar clinking
in the plate with halfpennies; see that Minnie has a nice bright sixpence.
Phil has stopped in a low clinking
noise, with his little hammer in his hand.
He never went about otherwise than surrounded by a small court of bishops and abbés of high lineage, gallant, jovial, and given to carousing on occasion; and more than once the good and devout women of Saint Germain d' Auxerre, when passing at night beneath the brightly illuminated windows of Bourbon, had been scandalized to hear the same voices which had intoned vespers for them during the day carolling, to the clinking
of glasses, the bacchic proverb of Benedict XII.
It was a calm and lovely starlit night; the steps of three men resounded on the flags of the terraces, and the clinking
of the keys hanging from the jailer's girdle made itself heard up to the stories of the towers, as if to remind the prisoners that the liberty of earth was a luxury beyond their reach.
The soles of these clogs are not what they seem to be, for each one is a sweet little box; and by twisting the second nail from the toe, the upper of the shoe and part of the sole lifts up like a lid, and in the spaces within are fourscore and ten bright golden pounds in each shoe, all wrapped in hair, to keep them from clinking
and so telling tales of themselves.