He never sat in the same position for two minutes together, but was perpetually tossing his arms and legs about, pulling up the sashes and letting them violently down, or thrusting
his head out of one window to draw it in again and thrust it out of another.
There were sturdy workmen thrusting
their way along, wretched, unkempt men, clothed like clerks or shopmen, struggling spasmodically; a wounded soldier my brother noticed, men dressed in the clothes of railway porters, one wretched creature in a nightshirt with a coat thrown over it.
The boy, thrusting
his cold hands into his pockets and lifting his eyebrows, looked at Denisov in affright, but in spite of an evident desire to say all he knew gave confused answers, merely assenting to everything Denisov asked him.
They made way with foot and hand, kicking and thrusting
dragging and shoving, the bound captives to either side of the space which the canoe was to occupy.
Kwaque possessed a jews' harp, and, whenever the world of the Makambo and the servitude to the steward grew wearisome, he could transport himself to King William Island by thrusting
the primitive instrument between his jaws and fanning weird rhythms from it with his hand, and when he thus crossed space and time, Michael sang-- or howled, rather, though his howl possessed the same soft mellowness as Jerry's.
There was an interval of unconsciousness, and when I revived I felt a strangling clutch upon my throat--felt my arms feebly beating against something that bore me backward--felt my tongue thrusting
itself from between my teeth
When they persisted in buying the stuff and thrusting
it upon me, why, I would drink it.
She faced the doorway of a room, shut her eyes tightly, and then, thrusting
aside the heavy draperies, she advanced blindly with her right arm outstretched before her.
He felt unutterably big and remade by the simple experience through which he had been passing and in a kind of fervor of emo- tion put up his hands, thrusting
them into the dark- ness above his head and muttering words.
She was lying on her face, thrusting
her face into the pillow and clutching it in both hands.
Beyond stretched the rugged rock, wet and shining, with a green tuft here and there thrusting
out from it, but little sign of ridge or foothold.
He had turned the cuffs back, half-way up his arm, to get his hands out of the sleeves: apparently with the ultimated view of thrusting
them into the pockets of his corduroy trousers; for there he kept them.