That sound had not come; instead, there had been the soft, just audible, plop of the Sergeant's body as it dropped on the floor of the passage.

At the stroke of the red handle the good, cool water gurgled and arose with a delightful "plop!"

Then you open the newspaper, glance at the latest accession to the ranks of the Allied Powers, and suddenly, "Plop!"

I only noticed that there was an undercurrent of what is best described as "jumpiness," and that the merest snapping of a twig, or plop of a fish in the lagoon, was sufficient to make us start and look over our shoulders.

In the little silence that followed I heard the plop plop of the waves against the side of the yacht.

In the little silence that followed I heard the plop plop of the waves against the side of the yacht.

I fired immediately, and the soft plop of a body settling into the dry dust upon the floor convinced me that I had settled one of our enemies.

"And the butterfly, she do not come down, plop!

Nothing stirred except the soft plop of shaken snow or the little flurry of drifting flakes.

But, nothere is always the drone and the squawking of the German shells, and the plop-plop, from time to time, as one finds its mark in the mud nearby.

But, nothere is always the drone and the squawking of the German shells, and the plop-plop, from time to time, as one finds its mark in the mud nearby.

Besides, if you can spot a house that contains, say, half a dozen to a dozen people, and just plop a "Johnson" right amidships, it generally means "exit house and people," which, I suppose, is a desirable object to be attained, according to twentieth century manners.

We stood about on parapets, and walked all over the place, stopping motionless now and again as a star shell went up, and moving on again just in time to hear a bullet or two whizz past behind and go "smack" into a tree in the hedge behind, or "plop" into the mud parados.

Probably it was the wet plop of some of the backward-flung bullets about him, possibly it was the movement of the German sergeant that wiped out the instinctive desire to flatten himself close to ground that drove him to instant action.

They heard only that distant sullen boom of the rumbling guns, the throbbing foot-beats of the marching battalions below them, the plop-plopping hoofs and rattling wheels of wagons passing on their way up to the firing line with food for the guns.

He especially had been impressed by the numbers of corks that flew in the house and on the green; and when I invited him to a bottle of champagne, he made hissing sounds and a plop to indicate that Rui had a penchant for that kind of wine.

Many a time you could hear de bull whip, clear over to our place, PLOP, PLOP.

Many a time you could hear de bull whip, clear over to our place, PLOP, PLOP.

The soft rush of the river, the scent of the shrubs, the golden sunset, occasionally the musical clatter of hoofs on the road, the gentle noises of the fishers fishing, the plop, plop of a platypus disporting itself mid stream, came to me as sweetest elixir in my ideal, dream-of-a-poet nook among the pink-based, grey-topped, moss-carpeted rocks.

The soft rush of the river, the scent of the shrubs, the golden sunset, occasionally the musical clatter of hoofs on the road, the gentle noises of the fishers fishing, the plop, plop of a platypus disporting itself mid stream, came to me as sweetest elixir in my ideal, dream-of-a-poet nook among the pink-based, grey-topped, moss-carpeted rocks.

Another went through the adjutant's horse with a plop like a stone in the mud, broke its back and left it lying like a burst gooseberry.

Everybody noticed it and looked up at the tree, and while they were all trying to see Sticky-toes, something dropped plop right into their midst.

Fumbling for string and for notes the instrument could not yield up to him, the birdlike mouth began once more to open widely and terribly into the orificial O. It was then Abrahm Kantor came down with a large hollow resonance of palm against the aperture, lifting his small son and depositing him plop upon the family album.

It has never seen the light of day beforeit's a splash of some molten stone, which fell plop into a cool sea-current, I suppose.

Then, as a faint plop! drifted to the watchersa sound no louder than a feeble clack of the tonguethis indefinite luminosity began to sink, to fade, falling slowly, gradually dissipating itself in the dim light over the stockade.