Catcalls, jeering taunts flung at McTrigger and Harker, and angry voices demanding their money back mingled with a tumult of growing discontent.

And then, that the consequences of these proceedings might offend no one's eyes, they were flung into this receptacle, to be released if chance or strength enabled them to push their way out when others were brought in, or when their importunate knocking wearied some watchman, and brought him angry and threatening to hear what was wanted.

" So, like an idle schoolboy, the unknown forsook his own course, turning from the road when Johnnie turned, and went with her up the steep, rocky gulch where the door of a deserted cabin flung to and fro on its hinges.

His voice had coarsened and taken on a raw edge, but every gesture was flung from the socket, and from where they had forced themselves into the tight circle Gertie Slayback, her mouth fallen open and her head still back, could see the sinews of him ripple under khaki and the diaphragm lift for voice.

The Colonel flung in the Boy's direction the usual change, two pairs of heavy socks, the "German knitted" and "the felt.

When she came to herself again she was seated in the sacristy, and her hair and face were wet with the water they had flung over her.

" A swaying and breaking of the crowd, the little trunk flung on board, the men rushing back to the wharf, the gang lifted, and the last Lower River boat swung out into the ice-flecked stream.

How they had faced a bombardment of heavy gunsa whistling, shrieking, thundering roar, pierced by the higher explosion of a bursting shellsmoke and sulphur and gasthe crumbling of walls and downward fling of shrapnel.

On the very heels of him, so that they met and danced to pass each other in the doorway, Mr. Vetsburg entered, with an overcoat flung across his right arm and his left sagging to a small black traveling-bag.

[Scar, comes down, as Mopsophil flings out of the Balcony.

He pounds, and sets up vibrations of pleasant noise; he clashes ten-pins, he blows his whistle, squeezes his rubber horse and man, rattles the newspaper, flings about his bottle and his blocks.

I fling off the tutor and introduce you to the man.

They scarcely fought, neither did they fling down their weapons.

Solid silver pitchers and goblets and trays, sadly battered by being flung against the rocks, lay just as they had fallen until Bob and Betty had uncovered the leaves which, had so long covered them.

But might I, fed with silent meditation, Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation Improbus labor, which my spirits hath broke I'd drink of time's rich cup, and never surfeit Fling in more days than went to make the gem That crowned the white top of Methusalem Yea on my weak neck take, and never forfeit, Like Atlas bearing up the dainty sky, The heaven-sweet burthen of eternity.

This seems an ignoble calumny which Idomeneus has drawn from some obscure source to fling at a man who, no doubt, was not faultless, but of a generous spirit and noble mind, incapable of entertaining so savage and brutal a design.

With groans and cries they shriek their mad despair: Oh, fling on earth, ye demons dark, Your madness, hate, and fell despair, And fling your darts at each we mark, That we may welcome victims here.

Thou art before me, and I see no more Pilate or soldiers, but the purple flung Around the naked form the scourge had wrung, To naked Truth thus witnessing, before The False and trembling True.

Andy was flung through space across to old Benares, a plaything in mid-air, Benares catching at the feet of Thacher, Andy tailing on in a graceful descent, thrilling the delighted audience.

She said, "How happy you Blue Water People must be now Spring has freed you at last!" Sally dropped down on the beach, her dark hair flung like a shadow on the sand.

"And faith, you've been lucky in choosing your time, for we are having a bit of a fling for a glad causethough, to be sure, a man could hardly wish that glad cause to happen more than once a year.

I'll fling over you" "Fling over me?"

Then the captain rushed below, emerging after an instant with a chest which he flung after his subordinate.

This had gone on long before any sarcastic freedman from Phrygia had or had not been flung off a precipice; this has remained long after.

"What solace to the war-worn frame, To every soul what blest release, To fling aside the targe and mail, And don one hour the plumes of peace!