" "You have something dreadful in that room—it rustled and moaned and cried all night long right in the wall behind my bed.
They might have been rustled by the feet of an enemy stealing up on him.
"— Just then a stir, pregnant with omen, rustled behind the scenes—feet ran, voices spoke.
A curious kind of reptile it seemed, judging from the glimpse I got; its novelty whetted my curiosity: if it would have come out boldly, perhaps I might philosophically have stood my ground, and coolly surveyed the long thing from forked tongue to scaly tail-tip; but it merely rustled in the leaves of a bad novel; and, on encountering a hasty and ill-advised demonstration of wrath, recoiled and vanished, hissing.
Through the open window, by which Anne sat, blew the sweet, scented, sun-warm air of the August afternoon; outside, poplar boughs rustled and tossed in the wind; beyond them were the woods, where Lover's Lane wound its enchanted path, and the old apple orchard which still bore its rosy harvests munificently.
Not a leaf rustled on the trees, not a ripple murmured on the shore.
Two large boats and two small ones held them all, and away they went, first up through the three bridges and round the bend, then, turning, they floated down to the green island, where a grove of oaks rustled their sere leaves and the squirrels were still gathering acorns.
Up on the hill rustled the wood through which the happy party were wandering to the Chasm.
In the severity of her early resolution, she would take Aldrich out into the fields, and then look off her book toward the sky, where the lark was twinkling, or to the reeds and bushes by the river, from which the waterfowl rustled forth on its anxious, awkward flight,—with a startled sense that the relation between Aldrich and this living world was extremely remote for her.
But there were none to stare at him except the long-weaned calves, and none to show dislike of his appearance except the little water-rats which rustled away at his approach.
Her dress, which, in the east gable, had seemed so dainty and pretty, now seemed simple and plain—too simple and plain, she thought, among all the silks and laces that glistened and rustled around her.
There were rosy bleeding-hearts and great splendid crimson peonies; white, fragrant narcissi and thorny, sweet Scotch roses; pink and blue and white columbines and lilac-tinted Bouncing Bets; clumps of southernwood and ribbon grass and mint; purple Adam-and-Eve, daffodils, and masses of sweet clover white with its delicate, fragrant, feathery sprays; scarlet lightning that shot its fiery lances over prim white musk-flowers; a garden it was where sunshine lingered and bees hummed, and winds, begu
The breeze rustled his light brown hair.
The trees rustled in the darkness, the owls hooted, and she began to be afraid.
At last something rustled at the window, and two fiery eyes peered in.
I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, Where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.
Only the wind rustled amongst the trees, and the clouds moved by quite close above his head.
At last something rustled at the window and two fiery eyes peered in.
The trees rustled in the darkness, the owls hooted, and she began to be afraid.
When it struck twelve, something rustled through the air, and in the moonlight he saw a bird coming whose feathers were all shining with gold.
