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Usage examples of whisk.

Their number was seauen and seauen, so perfectly and sweetely counterfeited with liuelie motions, their vestures whisking vp and flying abroad, that the workman could not be accused of any imperfection, but that one had not a liuely voyce to expresse their mirth, and the other brinish teares to manifest their sorrow: the said daunce was in fashion of two Semicircles, with a seperating partition put betwixt.

Desdemona whisked into Exotica Erotica with two tall lattes that she had purchased at Emote Espresso.

Before either of them could think to demur, they were whisked off to a series of fittings with the most sought-after modiste in London, and a selection of open accounts at the finest shops on Bond Street were made available.

An official air carrier whisked Lusena, her ecstatic nieces - Moria, Emer, and Talba - and a subdued Rowan to the resort.

Connie turned over the new grey convertible to the doorman of the Bombay Royale, whisked the professor through the lobby so fast he only glimpsed the photomurals of Hindu temples, and took him to the roof in a private elevator.

The first was spotted by two young men out walking near Queensborough, Isle of Sheppey, and the police kept guard over it until a helicopter from Mansion whisked it away.

She whisked off the speckless linen cloth that covered the dishes and pattered out of the room.

They left with me the impression of a well-delivered stereopticon lecture, with characters about as life-like as the shadows on the screen, and whisking on and off, at the mercy of the operator.

Just as Sulu reached the bulkhead companel, the gymnasium doors immediately beside it whisked open.

But just as I came out of the restaurant I saw a little blue figure come whisking around up the shadowy trail from the village.

I was sure my invitation might have been misinterpreted and that you thought me a horrible rake intent on whisking you into the darkness for a wickedly passionate kiss.

He could feel her lashes whisking across his skin in rhythmic blinking.

While she spoke a servant crossed the hall and the woman, whisking Capitola around until her back was turned and her face concealed, went to speak to the newcomer.

She slid away, her old-fashioned starched apron crackling, and presently Charity did as she suggested, tapping on his door and whisking in, to pause at the sight of him sitting back in his chair with his eyes shut.

Celine, whisking through the house with the Hoover and clean linen, found herself wishing they had stayed longer.