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Updated: May 21, 2025
"But 'tis passing strange how you could know," said he. "You drank with the cup in both hands," said two monks, speaking together. The voices had for some time been loudish round a table at the bottom of the hall; but presently came a burst of mirth so obstreperous and prolonged, that the prior sent the very sub-prior all down the hall to check it, and inflict penance on every monk at the table.
"Catharine," my landlady would say in a loudish whisper, close by a malefactor's chamber-door, and probably when Catharine was yet far down the street, "Catharine, who let the water in the bathroom run over just now? If the slippers he left behind him a'n't Mr. Jennings's, I declare!
The men then began to talk together in a loudish whisper. "Tommy Jacky'll be making a fine tale about you and me," said Jones. "Eh, what a sighing and groaning there will be; and then we shall see in the papers, `Mr Johnson finished his speech amidst loud applause." "Eh, but we must put a stopper in his mouth," said another. "But how must we do it?" asked a third.
I did not tell the medium that the name that he had written was the name of a brother of mine; but I asked, "Is the name of this person among those written in the paper pellets on the table?" The answer was instantly given by three loudish raps, "Yes." I asked, "Can he select the paper containing his name?" The answer, given as before, was "Yes."
He liked a sanded floor and quaint old-fashioned settles. Moreover, the chops were the finest to be had in London. On the day following our first forgathering at the “Cock,” I was lunching there with another poet—a friend of his—when the waiter, who knew me well, said, “That was a loudish gent a-lunching with you yesterday, sir.
His tremendous roar does not shake the jungle: it is a hollow apish cry, a loudish huhh! huhh! huhh! explosive like the puff of a steam-engine, which, in rage becomes a sharp and snappish bark any hunter can imitate it.
"You told Miss Trevert they were loud voices, Bude!" Robin interrupted. "Yes, sir," replied the butler, "they were loudish in a manner o' speaking, else I shouldn't have heard them!" "Why not?" The detective rapped the question out sharply. "Why, because the library door was locked, sir!" "How do you know that?" "Because Miss Trevert and Dr. Romain both tried the handle and couldn't get in!"
"Run a white tarpaulin across the cheese, Jock, to keep them frae melting in the heat," came another voice. "And canny on the top there wi' thae big feet o' yours; d'ye think a cheese was made for you to dance on wi' your mighty brogues?" Then the voice sank to the hoarse, warning whisper of impatience loudish in anxiety, yet throaty from fear of being heard.
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