1 She quietly opened the dining-room door a crack and peered in.
2 The Yankees were proving a hard nut to crack but they were cracking at last.
3 She closed the door except for a crack and tried to make her heart beat more slowly.
4 Not even the crack of a rifle had sounded since sunset and the world seemed far away.
5 Scarlett walked to Melanie's door and opened it a crack, peering into the sunny room.
6 Scarlett's taut nerves almost cracked as a sudden noise sounded in the underbrush near them.
7 But her hope turned to disappointment when Melly merely opened the door a crack and took the tray.
8 She opened the door a crack and saw Frank leading a heaving, stumbling horse into the carriage house.
9 The noise cracked like a whip in the still room and suddenly her rage was gone, and there was desolation in her heart.
10 She patted Aunt Pitty and went swiftly by her to the front door, knowing if she stayed in this room another minute her control would crack.
11 His voice still held a remnant of its wonted cool drawl but beneath the words she could feel violence fighting its way to the surface, violence as cruel as the crack of a whip.
12 With the disappearance of the sun, a bitter chill had fallen on the twilight world and a cold wind blew through the dark woods, making the bare boughs crack and the dead leaves rustle.
13 Her hand was behind her, still holding the knob, when Honey Wilkes' voice, low pitched, almost in a whisper, came to her through the crack of the opposite door leading into the bedroom.
14 He did not raise his voice at the last words or emphasize them in any way but to Scarlett they cracked like a whiplash, and with despair she saw the end of her hopes of getting him to propose marriage.
15 There were no trees to cast a shade and the sun beat down through Mammy's sunbonnet as if it were made of tarlatan instead of heavy quilted calico, while the dust floating upward sifted into her nose and throat until she felt the membranes would crack dryly if she spoke.
16 As a child, she often had crept to the door and, peeping through the tiniest crack, had seen Ellen emerge from the dark room, where Gerald's snores were rhythmic and untroubled, into the flickering light of an upheld candle, her medicine case under her arm, her hair smoothed neatly place, and no button on her basque unlooped.
17 It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned so tenderly blue could be profaned with cannon smoke that hung over the town like low thunder clouds, that warm noontides filled with the piercing sweetness of massed honeysuckle and climbing roses could be so fearful, as shells screamed into the streets, bursting like the crack of doom, throwing iron splinters hundreds of yards, blowing people and animals to bits.
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