Word: whisperer
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...masses. Tours include hotel pick-up, and take in the French capital's major sights as well as lesser-known attractions such as the Cité Fleurie - a 19th century artists' quarter. There are also romantic night tours that are especially popular with couples. But do remember to whisper in your partner's ear when the car has come to a standstill - otherwise your sweet nothings will be drowned out by engine noise...
...behalf of a then-first-term Senator Clinton sent quiet feelers to the John Kerry camp in the summer of 2004, hinting that she should, at least, be considered for the number two spot. How strong was this suggestion? One person who watched it unfold likened it to a "whisper" that never amounted to "pressure," but was an unmistakable pass nonetheless...
...career in 1990, he was in the midst of a typically intense State of Origin campaign as the coach of New South Wales. He was clearly under stress: his reputation was on the line (Queensland had trounced N.S.W. under Gibson the previous year) and there was a whisper that, among the players, he was seen as a little out of touch. At team training one morning, while Gibson "fed the chooks," as he called speaking to journalists, I botched the phrasing of a question and he lasered me with a look of contempt. A week or so later, I called...
...remember what we saw at Auschwitz. Even the most hardened Vatican reporter's voice lowers to a whisper when remembering Pope Benedict XVI's visit to the Nazi death camp on May 28, 2006. The German pontiff had arrived under threatening skies, which later turned to a soft but steady rain shower as he toured the grounds, met with Holocaust survivors and read his theological discourse that asked, "Why Lord did you remain silent?" But by the time Benedict was standing before a memorial by the ruins of a crematorium, the rain had stopped, and a vivid rainbow appeared across...
...Viscountess Fabreigh?”She turned. There, framed in the doorway, one hand entwined about the harsh leather of the reins, dark blond curls breathing with a life of their own in the slight morning breeze, stood The Stable Boy.It was all she could do to whisper: “Yes?”“Viscountess,” said he, “if you have need of the pitchfork, there’s no need for you to take the trouble to procure it yourself. After all, that’s what...