1 By nature grave and inarticulate, he admired recklessness and gaiety in others and was warmed to the marrow by friendly human intercourse.
2 That was all; but all their intercourse had been made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods.
3 His first rush of inarticulate resentment had been followed by a steadiness and concentration of tone more disconcerting to Lily than the excitement preceding it.
4 Gerty Farish had opposed the plan with all the energy of her somewhat inarticulate nature.
5 She had in truth never seen him so shaken out of his usual glibness; and there was something almost moving to her in his inarticulate struggle with his emotions.
6 Reading his dismissal in her eyes, he held out his hand with a gesture which conveyed something of this inarticulate conflict.
7 It is probable that the agitated citizen has within his circle at least one inarticulate rebel with aspirations as wayward as Carol's.
8 His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks.
9 Sometimes I wished to express my sensations in my own mode, but the uncouth and inarticulate sounds which broke from me frightened me into silence again.
10 She broke continually into shouts of a wild, inarticulate, and sometimes piercing music.
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11 Her sobs broke out afresh, and she murmured some inarticulate thanks to me for not having driven her away from the door.
12 Always inarticulate and stifled.
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13 Then, with an inarticulate roar of fury, the prisoner wrenched himself free from Holmes's grasp, and hurled himself through the window.
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14 He saw her lips formed into a no, though the sound was inarticulate, but her face was like scarlet.
15 The cries, which had sunk down into a hoarse, inarticulate shouting, came from the room which we had first visited.
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