She soon found that whistling to the bullfinches in Mrs d'Urberville's room was no such onerous business when she had regained the art, for she had caught from her musical mother numerous airs that suited those songsters admirably.
Thereupon her whistling became so disjointed that the listener, if such there were, must have discovered her suspicion of his presence.
The man now took Ojo's arm and led him up the road, past the last of the great plants, and not till he was safely beyond their reach did he cease his whistling.
To-day as I went by, whistling, I saw a leaf curled and knew there must be something inside it.
Pacifique strode sturdily on along the red lane, whistling
Pete was twisting his napkined fist slowly in a beer glass, softly whistling
to himself and occasionally holding the object of his attention between his eyes and a few weak beams of sunlight that had found their way over the thick screens and into the shaded room.
I listened, and heard on the other side of the door a shouting voice, accompanied by an extraordinary rumbling and whistling sound, traveling backward and forward, as well as I could judge, over a great space.
I had barely time to notice this before I heard the rumbling and whistling sounds approaching me.
The ladies in their rich winter dresses, the smart nursery maids, the lovely children, the ever moving crowd skating on the ice of the Round Pond; it was all so exhilarating after what I have been used to, that I actually caught myself whistling as I walked through the brilliant scene
If I had been whistling a sacred melody, his lordship might perhaps have excused my vulgarity out of consideration for my music.
And now they're payin' their respects to each other and tryin' to get clear," the red-faced man went on, as the hurried whistling
Then did a roaring wind tear the folds apart: whistling, whizzing, and piercing, it threw unto me a black coffin.
And in the roaring, and whistling, and whizzing the coffin burst up, and spouted out a thousand peals of laughter.
I have fished a water with a sentry on the other side of the brae, and killed a fine trout; and I have sat in a heather bush within six feet of another, and learned a real bonny tune from his whistling
There was no other person in the room but the old Jew, who was boiling some coffee in a saucepan for breakfast, and whistling
softly to himself as he stirred it round and round, with an iron spoon.