The Grand Gallipoot was coughing too, and his throat was parched and dry.
"Where did all this dust come from?" demanded General Guph, trying hard to swallow but finding his throat so dry he couldn't.
One arm was thrust upward, the other outward; but the latter was bent acutely, and the hand was near the throat
. Both hands were tightly clenched.
Perched on the rim of Michael's pannikin, this inconsiderable adventurer from out of the dark into the sun of life, a mere spark and mote between the darks, by a ruffing of his salmon-pink crest, a swift and enormous dilation of his bead-black pupils, and a raucous imperative cry, as of all the gods, in his throat
, could make Michael give back and permit the fastidious selection of the choicest tidbits of his dish.
Laughing and chattering like the idiot I was fast becoming I fell upon his prostrate form my fingers feeling for his dead throat
. Presently they came in contact with a small chain at the end of which dangled a number of keys.
They were no sooner shut in there, than Mr Flintwinch took her by the throat
, and shook her until she was black in the face.
As he came Tarzan knelt and the dog shot through the air for his throat
; but he was dealing with no man now and he found his quickness more than matched by the quickness of the Tarmangani.
Maud's footsteps were very near as his hand fluttered for the last time and my throat
She was Miss Mary Moultrie, and she coughed and cleared her throat
just like Baxter.
At first my mouth and throat
were parched, and my strength ebbed sensibly.
That sands one's throat
, before The hangman with his gardener's gloves
His jacket and shirt were open at the throat
, and exposed his young bronzed neck.
You shall become a black poodle and have a gold collar round your neck, and shall eat burning coals, till the flames burst forth from your throat
.' And when he had spoken these words, the old man was changed into a poodle dog, and had a gold collar round his neck, and the cooks were ordered to bring up some live coals, and these he ate, until the flames broke forth from his throat
"It was the cry of the kill from the throat
of the man who has just saved your life, Miss Porter.
"I know Thou art great, and that it is a sin to ask this of Thee, but for God's sake do let the old wolf come my way and let Karay spring at it- in sight of 'Uncle' who is watching from over there- and seize it by the throat
in a death grip!" A thousand times during that half-hour Rostov cast eager and restless glances over the edge of the wood, with the two scraggy oaks rising above the aspen undergrowth and the gully with its water-worn side and "Uncle's" cap just visible above the bush on his right.