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Usage examples of accordion.

Lotario Thugut was in the habit of going there after the last shift at the telegraph office, and dawn often found him drinking Jamaican punch and playing the accordion with the crews of madmen from the Antillean schooners.

The air was fragrant with honeysuckle and frangipani, and the little coqui chirruped in time with accordion music wafting from a gypsy band playing outside the theater.

The band was already tuning up fiddles, accordion and drums and the people were dancing.

He did all a young lad should do--bought himself an accordion, a shirt with a starched front, a loud-colored necktie, overshoes, and a cane.

Or, I thought, before everything shuts at once, in a few hours, meaning spigots, accordions, piano lids, soloists, trios, quartets, pubs, sweet shops, and cinemas.

I spot the gate to the driveway I make a quick turn, and what happens but I run the car slapdab into a stone gatepost, and the car folds up like an accordion.

It was a fishing tackle case with trays that accordioned out when he opened it, making an impressive display: the trays in neat little stairsteps, all divided into partitions and each section filled and labeled.

The elevator that Suits and I took down, an ancient cage replete with an accordion grille that had to be yanked open by hand, creaked and wheezed and bounced ominously when it reached the fifth floor.

Someone was singing a Garth Brooks song in nasal Trukese accompanied by an accordion.

For the past hour, the radio had been turned to a Louisiana station playing plangent Cajun and Zydeco music - high, shrill voices and accordions and fiddles double-bowed.

The last three Abominations were against rocks, ears and accordion players.

The chairs were like bowls cut in half and mounted on splayed legs, the books resembled flattened accordions, the tables were of some grayish wood with a stony appearance and the candles looked like cylinders of Stilton cheese.

Under the bandshell the accordion player struggled with his instrument and slammed his boot on the boards in countertime and stepped back and the trumpet player came forward.

Power droids lumbered down a ramp, little more than boxlike batteries walking on two accordioned legs.

Christmas carols hi Spanish, they played guitars and an accordion, they wept and cavorted joyously some more, and finally, tearfully, emotionally, tragically, they all kissed his shrunken cheeks and bid him a fond and loving adios, told their mama Betita to be strong, and scattered to the three winds.