Sound with a monotonous hum

Usage examples of humming.

Vato and Blood were slouched in folding chairs when Takeshi and DL came in to open up shop, both humming back and forth in a strange free-form antiphony, sometimes falling silent, picking up the tune two and a half bars later exactly together, latently menacing, like a bee swarm.

Little wonder he describes himself as humming happily as the machine all summer, eager for the first trial print-out in the fall: I myself was as involved by this time in his quest as if it had been my own, and searched vainly, heart-in-mouth, among his technical appendices and catalogues to see whether they might include the Pattern for Heroes, which surely Polyeidus must have plagiarized from him -- unless, as seemed ever less implausible, Computer itself was some future version of my seer.

But at a peremptory sign from de Batz he, too, turned in the wake of the gay little lady, who ran swiftly up the rickety steps, humming snatches of popular songs the while, and not turning to see if indeed the two men were following her.

Gleeful Frau Gnahb, humming through her teeth, spins the wheel, spokes blurring, prow swinging over aiming for midships.

Over the sound of the shower he heard her humming one of the all-alike bouzouki tunes from their honeymoon radio in the Honda.

Humming Scottish tunes, he spent hours by the preventers under the floor of the derrick, busying himself with a magnetograph and making notes.

The main gun moved in its gyro-controlled cradle, a feint humming whine as the mantlet moved, the breech riding up smoothly.

But Black Minx made no move, and Henry continued his grooming and humming.

They heard the clicking of scissors and the humming of clippers, overlaid with the voices, supposedly, of the trio of men standing frozen behind each of the chairs.

She ran to the racks of glowing and humming pentodes on the far wall, throwing her arms wide as if to hide them from sight.

Leaving the less active Diomed to regain his villa, Clodius strode on, humming a Greek air, and perfuming the night with the odorous that steamed from his snowy garments and flowing locks.

Motherly Faith went round with a duster and Marge set the photocopier humming.

Norman caught himself humming as he headed for the door, and realized on some preconscious level that he was happy for the first time in a long while.

She felt now, there on the stairs, invulnerable to mundane clocks and the pending reflow of power that would set them humming again.

She made a maddened humming sound, and her body spasmed and snapped and contorted in the animal effort to run.