Rustling
['rʌslɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Rustle
Checker: Stan
Examples
- Deep in midnight, she was awaked by a rustling near her; she would have started up, but her stiff joints refused to obey her will. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Presently there was a rustle and a tap, and then some more rustling and another tap. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- She is rather long, notwithstanding; but by and by I hear a rustling at the door, and someone taps. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- He heard a rustling on his left hand, a cloaked figure with an upturned face appeared at the base of the Barrow, and Clym descended. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Nobody had disturbed her, no faint rustling of the silk dress had been audible, either in the ante-room or in the passage. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- I heard the rustling of her gown. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- No rustling of the leaves--no bird's note in the wood--no cry of water-fowl from the pools of the hidden lake. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Mrs. Snagsby is so perpetually on the alert that the house becomes ghostly with creaking boards and rustling garments. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Thus, the rustling of an Angel's wings got blended with the other echoes, and they were not wholly of earth, but had in them that breath of Heaven. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- A low moan close to her ear followed, and the rustling increased; she heard a smothered voice breathe out, Water, Water! Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- A step so quick, so light, that, but for the rustling of leaves, it would scarcely have sounded on the wood-walk, checked his impatience. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Presently a faint rustling of the bush apprised him of the stealthy creeping of the thing behind. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- The rustling of a bank-note was audible, as she unfolded one and laid it on the table. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- A rustling like silk? Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- Meanwhile the men stood in calm little groups, chatting, smoking, pretending to pay no heed to the rustling animation of the women's world. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
Edited by Bridget