Rattling
['rætlɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Rattle
Editor: Wallace
Definition
n. Same as Ratline.
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Examples
- I heard the mice too, rattling behind the panels, as if the same occurrence were important to their interests. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- What are you rattling in there? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- With these injunctions, he pushed the rattling door with his shoulder, and entered the house, followed by his companion. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- And yet, I was perverse enough to feel a chill and disappointment in receiving no welcome, and rattling, alone and silent, through the misty streets. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- And the wagon drove off, rattling and jolting over the frozen road. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- My wants were few and simple, so that in less than the time stated I was in a cab with my valise, rattling away to Paddington Station. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- Tell him, when he theeth that gig clothe by, to jump down, and it'll take him off at a rattling pathe. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- A horrid rattling of knives and forks sounded outside the door, and the footman came in to lay the table for luncheon. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Mrs Veneering, always charmed by this rattling sylph, cries. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- I hadn't hardly got back here when I heard a shot go echoing and rattling right away into the inn. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Morning was breaking over the cheerful house-tops of Chancery Lane as the rattling cab woke up the echoes there. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- How I have been rattling on! Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- At this minute the father of the family walked in, rattling his seals like a true British merchant. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- It was true that the panting and rattling of the coal mines could always be heard at Shortlands. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- The wind blew roughly, the wet squalls came rattling past them, skimming the pools on the road and pavement, and raining them down into the river. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
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