Instead, the device extracted the energy it needed from the vibrations that shook the wooden staircase as students clomped
up and down between classes.
At once his father popped up from the chair and clomped
to the bedroom, on his way undressing; he was, before shutting the door in their faces, down to yarmalka and truss.
After laying waste to the lounge, I clomped
off into the bedroom to cause more mayhem.
There are lots of exciting tales that can be told about the experiences I've had here, from the old chicken with no feet who clomped
around, to the attack by the cougar on my old goat who survived the ordeal.
abdomen bedfast bighead bingham Carbons chiders clomped
clonked cobnuts corbans counted dabster deports demount disject ditches dithers docents dustmen endmost foments fondest frontes gabfest gunshot habitus hagnuts hedonic herdics hognuts holking horsing hosting Jacobin modems mounted mulcted noughts plonked ponders redfish redtops respond rodents rodsmen scoring shifted shifter shoring shotgun snorted snouted sported spouted thouing throngs unmoved
Full-sized toy soldiers clomped
their merry way along the route and Father Christmas, pulled along by real reindeer, gave a cheery yo-ho-ho to one and all.
Thom Fogarty, as a bewitched and bewitching golem figure, clomped
about with a coiled spring attached to one shoe (about to spring up to heaven?
A few minutes later, they clomped
down and into the living room, flushed but dressed.
Nurses squeaked by in thick-soled comfort shoes, cowgirls clomped
around in work boots, and those who could get away with it wore tennis shoes or some other footwear designed less for success than for casual comfort.
As soon as we clomped
up the steps, the first witnesses lunged in and fanned out against the glass separating us from James Clark.
Zaire's President Mobutu Sese Seko, who had been quietly slipping off the main African stage for some time, clomped
balefully back into the international spotlight when he unceremoniously bundled thousands of Rwandan and Burundian refugees out of his country.
As we Enders devotees know, Bradley went to the grave with everyone thinking he is Archie Mitchell's killer when really Stacey is the murderer who clomped
him with the Queen Vic bust.
After a brief chat on the porch--turns out that his parents had been friends with the old couple who'd lived in the house for sixty years--"you couldn't find nicer folks than the Muellers"--Fred flicked the stub of his unfiltered cigarette onto the lawn and clomped
into the house.