1 The door clicked open and a gust of cold wind swept the house, fluttering the curtains.
2 With his last gust of words the flame had died out, leaving him chill and humbled.
3 Gerty knelt beside her, waiting, with the patience born of experience, till this gust of misery should loosen fresh speech.
4 Now you gust lett mee know Wat you tink about mee, i do Wat you say.
5 Each gust, as it bore down, rattled the panes, and swelled off like the others.
6 The alarmed colonists believed that the yells of the savages mingled with every fitful gust of wind that issued from the interminable forests of the west.
7 A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward that part of the line where lay the youth's regiment.
8 A wild gust of wind swept down, extinguishing the candle he held in his hand, and with it the fearful, unearthly screams; they seemed to be shrieked in his very ear.
9 But the day after, all the brilliant words seemed like dead leaves, crumpling up and turning to powder, meaning really nothing, blown away on any gust of wind.
10 It blew from the right quarter for the Jew, however, and straight before it he went: trembling, and shivering, as every fresh gust drove him rudely on his way.
11 From these no appreciable beams now radiated, except when a more than usually smart gust brushed over their faces and raised a fitful glow which came and went like the blush of a girl.
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12 I told myself that I could never stop, and with a gust of petulance I resolved to stop forthwith.
13 A gust of air whirled round me as I opened the door, and from within came the sound of broken glass falling on the floor.
14 On arriving on a level with the top, a gust of wind carried away his cap, and allowed a perfectly white head to be seen: he was not a young man.
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15 These surmises, which so closely resembled proofs, whirled suddenly, like a handful of dust caught up by an unexpected gust of wind, through Jean Valjean's mournful brain.
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