Sugar bowl block

Usage examples of lump.

The panic backed up into his throat, leaving an acidy taste in his mouth and a lump obstructing his air.

As he listened, Alec felt despair crystallizing into a hard lump in his throat.

There was this lump of iron that I had dragged all the way back from the Galactic West, encased in aluminum and neutronium and alnico magnets, hanging there in its orbit, quite useless, so far, but potentially extremely useful.

His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar.

Upon the crest of the heap, the lump of ambergris bubbled, smoking, its sweet scent filling the air.

The lump of amorphous flesh assumed another, longer shape: It became a cockroach, a hideously ugly, unrealistically large cockroach.

However, the Baas has settled that we must save the lady and give her to the Lump of Wood for a wife.

Still, every now and then she would wake in the chasm night to the sound of floppers honking in the root mat, half dreaming about hiding on the rootwall, lumps of charcoal in her hands, looking up at the adze-cut end of the mainroot while hearing from below that phlegmy chuckle as Slysaw Bander came climbing up the stairs.

It was remarked that the natives subsisted mainly on roots of trees, and wild fruits such as batatas or oubis, with a little fish, and that they seemed to have some knowledge of gold when some lumps of the metal were shown them.

The Biter heeled on the new slant, and the breeze struck colder from the larboard beam, laced with lumps of spray.

Over half an hour the sails were snugged, and the tired ship lumped along towards the north Kent coast, with Biter dwindling into the ruck of boats and ships converging on the estuary.

I yanked the rest of the line over the wall, and hastened across the Boody grounds, coiling it as I went, the gun a hard lump between belt and belly.

It was my way of minimizing the painful lump in my throat, staving off the embarrassing boohoos I thought were best left unexpressed.

Move down on the sausage-shaped body, skipping over the greasy folds like freshly turned furrows, all the way back to where the shoulders extend into twin flesh lumps attached to clusters of brachiating greenish-gray tentacles.

It is this brickbat which makes a lump on the back of my head so big that Doc Brennan thinks it is a tumor when I go to him the next day about my stomach, and I never tell him any different.