They were talking, or at least one of the men was talking to the other two, and all three had been too closely interested to heed the rustling of my approach.
I began to be tormented by a faint rustling upon my right hand.
I was so delighted..." came the sounds of animated feminine voices, interrupting one another and mingling with the rustling
of dresses and the scraping of chairs.
On and on she went, over hill and valley, broad rivers and rustling woods, till the warm sunlight passed away, the winds grew cold, and the air thick with falling snow.
At last the time arrived, and out in his barren garden, under a canopy of dark clouds, sat the Frost-King before the misty wall, behind which were heard low, sweet sounds, as of rustling trees and warbling birds.
Again Saxon was drowsing, when the rustling sound was heard, this time closer.
Then, from the rustling noise, enslled a dull but heavy thump that caused both Saxon and Billy to sit up in the blankets.
It was more likely that Madame Fosco would hear the scraping of my pen than that I should hear the rustling of her dress.
Nobody had disturbed her, no faint rustling of the silk dress had been audible, either in the ante-room or in the passage.
My only alternative seemed to lie in flight and my decision was crystallized by a recurrence of the rustling
sound from the thing which now seemed, in the darkness of the cave and to my distorted imagination, to be creeping stealthily upon me.
A second arrow and a third soared up, missing Broken-Tooth, rustling
the leaves as they passed through, arching in their flight and returning to earth.
A sound in the room caught her ear -- the monotonous rustling of a woman's dress, now distant, now near; passing without cessation from end to end over the floor -- a sound which told her that Magdalen was pacing to and fro in the secrecy of her own chamber.
Again Miss Garth waited at the threshold, and again the sound of the rustling dress passed to and fro -- now far, now near -- to and fro with a cruel, mechanical regularity, that chilled the warmest sympathy, and daunted the boldest hope.
She thought that she had been similarly frightened once last week, and that the noise was of a mysterious kind--a sound of rustling
and of three or four quick beats like a rapid step; while a shock or tremble was communicated to her heart, as if the step had shaken the floor, or even as if she had been touched by some awful hand.
Hours at a time, sitting by Nalasu or standing apart from him, he was taught to catch the slightest sounds or rustlings
from the bush.