Wallace blew his shrilly whistle and dismissed the team, who tiredly made their way to the locker room. |
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Above the drums, singing, and stomping of feet, women ululate shrilly to express their excitement. |
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We can only fool ourselves so long and then only by shrilly outshouting that voice inside. |
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A sudden flash of ebony and ivory caused me to scream shrilly without intention as the bird, a magpie, flew directly at my exposed face! |
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The golden horse tossed his head, long cream colored mane whipping, and whinnied shrilly. |
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This week it was High A, the vibrating shrilly ring that was sudden and shocking. |
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As the north-westerly wind whistled shrilly through the willows near my house, I concluded that this year would be special for kite-lovers. |
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In a flurry of bright patterns, flashy materials, and skimpy outfits, several girls flurried into the room, all clicking away on high heels and giggling shrilly. |
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Its leader, Kemal Kilicdaroglu, has ditched his shrilly anti-Erdogan rhetoric of old and is hitting AK hard on the economy. |
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The autonomous republics' leaders have all been in Moscow, seeking support and shrilly warning the Russians of Georgia's Balkanisation. |
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This imaging resulting from the art history, from the world of the theater or from a fantastic horror movies has something shrilly. |
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Opposites attract, even when they come from different ethnic backgrounds, Rob seems to shrilly scream at the top of its lungs. |
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A flock of owls swooped through her tower lands, hooting shrilly. |
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Above their heads thousands of machine gun bullets cut the air as they whistled shrilly past on their destined way, and the strident din of many Vickers guns throbbed through the troubled morning air. |
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After a spate of shootings, notably last December's murder of 20 children and six staff at a school in Newtown, Connecticut, its spokesmen sound shrilly out of step with majority opinion, and even with each other. |
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This was more than he had bargained for, and he squeaked shrilly with the pain. |
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Collins and Quigley were continually alert to this compelling music's shifting kaleidoscope, from shrilly Stravinsky to louchely Parisian late-afternoon melancholy. |
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