Word: muttering
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...More Women. The audience could only mutter; "There are no such animals," and take its pleasure in Actor Charles Bickford's tacit agreement. He is supposed to be a rufous Wyoming body-snatcher who has never missed his snatch, even including a warm Manhattan divorcee who strolls into Cody dressed for Newport. Something about her is supposed to purify his ardor; he has to return from her bedroom saying he "wouldn't do such." The bedroom is in a dude lodge belonging to two embittered Manhattan males with a shingle over their door, "Damn the Women...
...bartered there for cheap Occidental jewelry and clothing or for rock salt, lumps of which pass current as money in the interior, as do cartridges. The Empress and a few nobles enjoy the exotic luxury of corrugated iron roofs upon their "palaces." The Prince Regent has but to mutter a command and the groveling object of royal displeasure is led away to have his hands chopped off, his wrists dipped in boiling oil, his back flayed by a U. S. barbed wire lash. Everywhere the timeless usages of Ethiopia are interwoven stressfully with Occidental permeations. But, like potent and perfidious...
...stormy evening, well after dark. The road is slick as an eel under your automobile's tires. You come to a curve, or a grade crossing. "Just the moment for an accident," you mutter to yourself. But, possibly because you recognize it as dangerous, this setting is not the one in which most automobile casualties come about. Not, at least, in New York State, as was shown in a survey of New York's 47,128 accidents during 1925, wherein 1,981 persons were killed and 54,398 injured. The most dangerous setting is this: A straight, level...
...doorways, or lazy silhouettes revealed where street-corner bars and laundries drip golden honey into the darkness. They seem not to have a wish in the world, these limber shadows, except to idle, waiting for a hypothetical friend to treat them to a phantom beer, or listening to the mutter and shuffle 'of jazz that issues from the garish arcade of the Paradise Cafe...
Those near the sacred steps saw the figure accept papers from the law officers, pretend to read them, mutter: "I, Bishop Adam Phillipovsky, am found guilty of contempt of court. I shall go with...