There was an inkling of suspicion in Mr Flintwinch's face that he might be nothing, as he swaggered
out of his chair (it was characteristic of this man, as it is of all men similarly marked, that whatever he did, he overdid, though it were sometimes by only a hairsbreadth), and approached to take his leave of Mrs Clennam.
Toby Crackit swept up his winnings, and crammed them into his waistcoat pocket with a haughty air, as though such small pieces of silver were wholly beneath the consideration of a man of his figure; this done, he swaggered
out of the room, with so much elegance and gentility, that Mr.
With that flourish, and seeming to have talked himself rather more drunk and much more ferocious than he had begun by being, Mr Riderhood took up his pint pot and swaggered
off to the taproom.
Into one pocket of this greatcoat, he thrust his left hand the moment he dismounted, while from the other he drew forth, with his right, a very bright and glaring silk handkerchief, with which he whisked a speck or two of dust from his boots, and then, crumpling it in his hand, swaggered up the court.
Having informed him that the capture was made, and that he was to wait for the prisoner until he should have finished dressing, Namby then swaggered out, and drove away.
Richard Swiviller considered it advisable to hear no more, but taking advantage of a pause in the dancing, and the approach of Mr Cheggs to pay his court to the old lady, swaggered
with an extremely careful assumption of extreme carelessness toward the door, passing on the way Miss Jane Wackles, who in all the glory of her curls was holding a flirtation, (as good practice when no better was to be had) with a feeble old gentleman who lodged in the parlour.
For a second consecutive game, a visitor with a much worse record swaggered
into Staples Center and blew out the Clippers.
These homicides were scripted events, staged to impress observers; the participants strutted and swaggered
, jostled and challenged, stabbed and shot, with purpose.
The band swaggered
off stage and then returned to finish with The Only One and Sprosten Green.
Although the male dancers swaggered
like samurai, the spark of passion barely flickered when the lover embraced his partner in a horizontal position as one of her legs extended upright over his shoulder.
For a different kind of adrenaline rush, Dallas Black Dance Theatre leapt, swaggered
, and snarled through an excerpt from George Faison's Mad Pain.