Whistling

Examples

• I say, said Legree, stamping and whistling to the dogs, wake up, some of you, and keep me company! Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Lorne was sitting in a very pastoral fashion on a gate near my door, whistling. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• George neither spoke to nor looked at Legree, who did not countermand his orders, but stood, whistling, with an air of forced unconcern. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• My room door is open, and I can hear the shrill singing and whistling at this very moment. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I then came home and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my _whistle_, but disturbing all the family. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
• Mr. Pickwick sat opposite the tipstaff; and the tipstaff sat with his hat between his knees, whistling a tune, and looking out of the coach window. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Meanwhile the object of this soliloquy was striding up the avenue of the Grange at a rapid pace, and whistling gayly, out of sheer light-heartedness. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• He was growling again, and whistling a half-strangled whistle, being an inheritance from the bulldog side of his ancestry. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Drummle, an old-looking young man of a heavy order of architecture, was whistling. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Here, Bruno, he called, whistling to the lumbering Newfoundland, who came pitching tumultuously toward them. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• I waited a little while, and the singing and the whistling ceased. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• The Sergeant stood at the window with his hands in his pockets, looking out, and whistling the tune of ?The Last Rose of Summer softly to himself. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• He seemed to find an immense fund of reflection in this circumstance, and sat pondering and inwardly whistling for some time. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• The boy laughed too and said something which I could not catch for the whistling of the wind of our awful speed. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• He renewed his whistling, Mr. Moore his reading. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.

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