Her ears caught a rumble
, fainter than thunder, and the splash of horses' hoofs--"it's too muddy for the motor ambulance," she thought, mechanically.
The sound of voices, the tramping feet, the horses' hoofs moving in mud, the crackling of wood fires near and afar, merged into one tremulous rumble
Lord John was still struggling with his buffalo story, so far as I could make out, while once again I heard, as of old, the deep rumble
of Challenger and the insistent accents of Summerlee as their brains locked in high and fierce scientific debate.
Even as he spoke, they heard the rumble
of chain through hawse- pipe, and from the veranda saw a big black-painted schooner, swinging to her just-caught anchor.
The gamblers took heart of life, and soon the tables were filled, the click of chips and whir of the roulette-ball rising monotonously and imperiously above the hoarse rumble
of men's voices and their oaths and heavy laughs.
There was a low rumble of conversation and a subdued clinking of glasses.
There was a heavy rumble of booted feet thumping the floor.
By the way there came up a shower, which compelled me to stand half an hour under a pine, piling boughs over my head, and wearing my handkerchief for a shed; and when at length I had made one cast over the pickerelweed, standing up to my middle in water, I found myself suddenly in the shadow of a cloud, and the thunder began to rumble
with such emphasis that I could do no more than listen to it.
The situation itself vanished in the financial crash as a building vanishes in an earthquake--here one moment and gone the next with only an ill-omened, slight, preliminary rumble.
It appeared from Fyne's narrative that the day before the first rumble of the cataclysm the questionable young man arrived unexpectedly in Brighton to stay with his "Aunt.
Chairs, tables, pictures, books, that had rumbled down to them through the generations, must rumble
forward again like a slide of rubbish to which she longed to give the final push, and send toppling into the sea.
The hiss of the boiler could be heard on the distant rails, and the rumble
of something heavy.
Sergeant Cuff beckoned Samuel to come down to him from the rumble behind.
My friend, without stopping the carriage, will get up into the rumble with you.
For now the single gentleman and Mr Garland were in the carriage, and the post-boy was in the saddle, and Kit, well wrapped and muffled up, was in the rumble
behind; and Mrs Garland was there, and Mr Abel was there, and Kit's mother was there, and little Jacob was there, and Barbara's mother was visible in remote perspective, nursing the ever-wakeful baby; and all were nodding, beckoning, curtseying, or crying out, 'Good bye