Word: murmur
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...campaign buttons had blossomed on the nation's lapels. There had been no attempts to distribute scurrilous handbills, or launch whispering campaigns. The once brassy voice of the C.I.O. Political Action Committee had fallen off to a scarcely heard murmur. Democrats (who except for Harry Truman, were sure they would lose) and Republicans (who were sure they would win) displayed the utmost reluctance to contribute funds. The campaigns cost more than ever (price of a two-week transcontinental tour: $50,000), but the war chests of both parties had been all but empty for weeks...
...life of the Plebe, for instance, has been famed in song and story as the epitome of refined torture. He must serve as the butt of every upperclassman's ill-temper, quirks of humor, or plain cussedness, and he must take everything that is thrown at him without a murmur, for he is lower than the lowest galley-slave in the eyes of his more advanced brothers-in-arms. And these latter companions, having been Plebes once themselves, are not apt to let him forget how low this...
Generalissimo Winter. "Even Hitler didn't get crowds like this," I heard a grey little man in shirtsleeves murmur to his friend. Indeed, it was a crowd worthy of this highest German superlative. The 300,000 blanketed the whole rubble-strewn area before the Reichstag, choked every path through the Tiergarten, stood in neat, tight ranks between rows of planted cabbages in the little garden plots. A hot sun beat on the crowd; the air was heavy with sweat and whirls of dust from the sandy earth and the odor of cheap tobacco. A seven-year-old girl whimpered...
...dark street outside, brightened only by the headlights of the dignitaries' cars, a score or so of Germans watch curiously. A woman mutters savagely: "The Russian women have dresses on now. but you can see they still aren't used to them." The other women murmur appreciatively at the swishing skirts, bright prints and daring necklines that flash quickly from the door to the cars, but one husband says angrily: "Come along home. This is no cure for being hungry." In the dark street, hate blazes furiously-but not too noisily...
...stare with the worshiping eyes of religious devotees. Behind the house was a shed with a sign: "Cell Laboratories-Natural Sciences." The cellar of the house contained three barrels covered with scraps of awning. To the uninitiated eye, the barrels seemed to hold only stagnant water, but Brown would murmur: "This is Life...