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Word: laughters (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...three, unconscious how "the gods made mock at us," sat late into the starlight night, and no one could know that our hearts were not at peace. I can hear the light laughter of more than one happy group of people on that piazza yet; so great a part does commonplace play in this life of ours...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...before my fair spectator. "How imposing this must be!" thought I. "What sentiments of admiration she must feel!" At that moment I was just opposite them. "Oh, how he cleaves the air!" It was her soft voice. How sweet! But what did I hear? The sound of their united laughter? Did they mock me? My blood curdled. I'd show them whether I could cleave the air. I could have cleft the earth to have plunged them both therein. My indignation breathed new energy into my wearied frame. A reckless, frenzy seized me. In rapid alternation my feet pressed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: I LEARN TO RIDE A BICYCLE. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...unabated, despite certain sneering remarks of my own. I had at last almost come to believe him crazy, when - I could hear his laugh mockingly re-echoed in the entry. I started to my feet, saying, "Hush! hear that!" Then he stopped and looked wonderingly at the door. The laughter outside did not abate; I wondered if the occupants of the other rooms did not hear it. Suddenly it ceased, and there was a knock at the door. That knock broke sharply across my nerves; I felt a horrible sensation of ghostly terror which I tried in vain to repress...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 4/22/1881 | See Source »

...down, Moon, and make yourself at home," pursued my room-mate. And then that mocking laughter began again...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 4/22/1881 | See Source »

...laughter stopped; the strange movements ceased. Dead silence again. Stephen sat quietly by the fire, neither stirring nor speaking. I looked on in dumb amazement; and then, as I looked, I saw him rise to his feet, with a livid light in his eyes; I saw him draw from his pocket a revolver and point it at some invisible mark. I tried to shriek for help; I tried to move. I might as well have been a statue. Then I saw the revolver snatched from him by a hand; I saw a face, distinct and clear...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 4/22/1881 | See Source »

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