Some few small patches of snow still lingered on in spots sheltered from the sun, but now they were ebbing away in thin trickles.

"The blood come down my chinjest a little trickle of it.

But this is a mere trickle of water from the deep springs of love, which is as the law of gravitation that keeps the stars in their courses, and cares nothing for the ways that we trace for it.

When Johnnie reached the prostrate pair, Mandy was struggling to her knees, gasping; but Deanie lay twisted just as she had fallen, the little face sunken and deathly, a tiny trickle of blood coming from a corner of her parted lips.

It was almost gone now, only the feeblest trickle of a rivulet remaining.

"How fluent nonsense trickles from his tongue!

But later, in June or July, when the camping season begins, there runs the stream away full and singing, with no visible reinforcement other than an icy trickle from some high, belated clot of snow.

You're coming on Wednesday to hear Paul La France sing, dear Mrs Ottley?' Edith smiled and nodded assent, trying to stop the incessant trickle of Lady Everard's leaking conversation.

They even prefer the miserable trickle which is all that is left of football news.

The broad, long river that had been his life's path seemed but a narrow trickle on the earth's face compared with this stretch of sea that never ended, though the days ran into weeks.

The engine brought up, but there was an ominous trickle of oil under the back axle, and investigation showed that the axle casing (aluminium) had split.

On the cheek was a raw spot, from which ran a slight trickle.

The children dodged behind a deck-house as he came up the laddera thin little man habited much like a Nonconformist minister, and wearingof all amazing head-geara top-hat, the brim of which shed moisture in a steady trickle.

Icicles hung pendant everywhere, and from one fringe a continuous trickle of thaw water had swollen to a miniature waterfall.

Suddenly she felt something wet and warm trickle from his arm down into her hand.

Till one has seen it, one does not realise the amazing thinness of that little damp trickle of life that steals along undefeated through the jaws of established death.

Drip, dribble, trickle.

At last, after about twenty minutes' scrambling, I began to hear a faint trickle of running water, and a few more steps brought me to the bank of the Walkham.