1 Then there was a rustle and an interruption.
2 She heard the breeze rustle in the branches.
3 Then the wind rose, and in the rustle of the leaves even the great words became inaudible; and the audience sat staring at the villagers, whose mouths opened, but no sound came.
4 The daylight began to rustle into the world, and the dark figure seemed to go smaller and more defined.
5 The dew seemed to sparkle more brightly on the green leaves; the air to rustle among them with a sweeter music; and the sky itself to look more blue and bright.
6 The luminous rays wrapped her up with her increasing distance, and the rustle of her dress over the sprouting sedge and grass died away.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 3: 5 Sharp Words Are Spoken, and a Crisis Ensues 7 For half an hour I waited with every nerve on the alert, but there came no other sound save the chiming clock and the rustle of the ivy on the wall.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 6. Baskerville Hall 8 We hurried through the dark shrubbery, amid the dull moaning of the autumn wind and the rustle of the falling leaves.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 9. The Light upon the Moor [Second Report of Dr. ... 9 Not a whisper, not a rustle, rose now from the dark figure over which we stooped.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 12. Death on the Moor 10 Then a key clicked in a lock, and I heard the rustle of papers.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In VII. THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON 11 There was the gentle rustle of a woman's dress.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In VII. THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON 12 I heard a sharp rustle, the night air blew into the heated room, and the avenger was gone.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In VII. THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON 13 For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet, the faint rustle of the breeze above, and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears.
14 Bazarov followed her quickly, not raising his eyes, and only with his ears catching the delicate swish and rustle of her silk gown gliding before him.
15 Katya and Arkady could not see them, but they heard every word, the rustle of their clothes, their very breathing.