Word: chatteringly
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...signed design. The art was not reserved completely for the distaff; one Charles Pratt of Philadelphia made 33 Biblical picture quilts, each composed of 30,000 half-inch squares. Still, bees buzzed mainly with the gossip of busy women clustered around the quilting frame, darting their threads to their chatter...
...advice about foreign policy-although in fact he seldom accepted it. Stevenson disagreed in degree with some of the Administration's foreign policy moves, and his public support of the Dominican Republic and Viet Nam policies pained many of his liberal followers. This caused a good deal of chatter among journalists, including some talk immediately after his death that raised questions of journalistic ethics. Radio Reporter David Schoenbrun claimed that Stevenson, in a personal conversation the week before, had called President Johnson's intervention in the Dominican Republic a "massive blunder...
...smell French merde for five years than smell the Chinese variety for the rest of my life." In 1946, Ho headed for Paris to negotiate Chinese withdrawal with the government of Premier Georges Bidault, and also to win full independence for his Viet Minh regime. All charm and chatter, Ho reigned in style at the Royal Hotel near the Etoile. "He would always embrace us affectionately," recalls one participant in the negotiations. "But Bidault wasn't too keen on such gestures, presumably because of Ho's goatee." After two months of hirsute haggling, Ho suddenly agreed...
...neck, in a desert mound. She lives in a world people only by herself, her husband Willie, and her "things" -- a shopping bag full of knicknacks, and a parasol. With only Willie and the things as a points of reference, Winnie fills up her days, "happy days," with endless chatter and conscientious dips into...
Gradually, as the howling machines disappeared into the hills, a hypnotic hush came over Clermont-Ferrand. In the pits, the loudest sound was the ticking of stop watches as mechanics and managers paced nervously to and fro. Even the public-address announcer stopped his chatter. The grandstand crowd sat in silence-eyes riveted on a spot 400 ft. below, where the winding asphalt track curled like a thin, black snake between two green hills. There, any second now, the leading car would appear. The noise came first: the rising nasal whine of a V-8 engine echoing off the hills...