Word: clattering
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...main group of Marines toward the heart of the island. They crept into several shacks, found them empty except for such things as a piano and a roll of sacred music (the Marines found no trace of several Catholic nuns who had been on the islands). The clatter of the Jap machine gun, firing at Lieut. Le-François, first told Colonel Carlson that his landing had been detected. Then the Marines heard the hard chatter of truck and motorcycle engines, the flat crack of snipers' bullets from the palms. One by one the snipers were killed...
...greatly Russia needs Maiya Sloboda, and millions like her, Russians could plainly see last week. The gallant promises from Comrade Stalin himself were being drowned out in the clatter of German armies moving forward, over a carpet of dead Russians, to the oil of the Caucasus (see p. 21). From the east came the rumble of Jap armies massing to stab Siberia (see p. 21). Stormoviks of the Red Air Force smashed at tanks worming their way through the steppes of the Don. They splashed the skies with smoke, fighting through Messerschmitts toward airfields skulking just behind advance lines...
...Marquess was a gruff-voiced Lord-of-the-Manor type who had divorced his wife, the Lady Emma, second daughter of the Marquess of Bath. There had been a great clatter and clucking at the divorce. His Lordship did not seem to mind the talk. One of his ancestors had been a bosom friend of Henry VIII, and the men of Northampton had never bothered greatly about what others said. Their motto was "I seek only...
...remembered the somewhat terrifying sound of the Memorial Chapel bell just outside his window on the first morning, and then the comfortingly regular quarter-hours ringing out from Saint Paul's, the clatter of plates mingling with the rumble of voices in the Union, and the regular splash-swish-creak of his oars in sculling...
Nothing annoys Lord Louis more than this public clatter for immediate, all-out invasion. To him, it smacks of wishful bunk. He knows all about the days and weeks of reconnaissance, the painstaking study of land maps, ocean charts, weather cycles and models of likely invasion points, which it takes to prepare one of his quick stabs at Nazi Europe. So it is only natural that when second-front talk comes up, Lord Louis' long face tightens...