Word: whined
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...came when the Master of the House invited himself up to Tea one afternoon. Unfortunately, George did not remain quiet, and soon after the Master arrived she began to whine and growl in a most piteous way and to knock on the door to the living room behind which she was incarcertated. The Master, remarking on the peculiarity of the noises issuing from behind the door, opened...
...chill night?and, for a frozen instant, silence?reacted almost sportively, as if it were all a gigantic game of blindman's buff. In soaring office buildings and fetid subway tunnels, beleaguered commuter trains and jampacked terminals, they joked and chattered, waiting from minute to minute for the reviving whine of dynamos, the first stutter of returning light. And, incredulously, they began to realize at last that they had been transported to Caliban's world, a vast, trackless cave without warmth or wheels, without hot food or the lights of home...
Tucked away in their hammocks beneath the dripping rain-forest canopy, the Viet Cong guerrillas could hardly believe their ears. Out of the night sky came an ominous, warbling whine, like bagpipes punctuated with cymbals. It was Buddhist funeral music-a dissonant dirge cascading from the darkness. Then a snatch of dialogue between a mother and child: "Mother, where's Daddy?" "Don't ask me questions. I'm very worried about him." "But I miss Daddy very much. Why is he gone so long?" Then the music and voices faded slowly into the distance, and the platoon...
...random nature makes it dangerous near villages. Artillery is especially feared-and hated-by villagers. Most peasants have long since built bomb shelters near their huts, and the sound of approaching bombers or helicopters provides time for civilians to scramble into them. But an artillery shell's whine gives warning only when it is too late for anything except to hit the dirt...
...beat began with the insistence of a trip-hammer-chunga-chunga-thump, chunga-chunga-thump. There stood Gary Lewis before the TV cameras, slapping his thighs giddap fashion as he Jet loose with a whine that reverberated-ated-ated like a struck gong Then the three Playboys chimed in with a shivering "Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa" Enter a rampaging electric organ, a cascade of tambourines, an explosion of drums ... But wait. Where was all this sound coming from? And Singer Lewis-his lips seemed out of focus...