Dutch port

Usage examples of flushing.

Flushing with embarrassment, she turned to see Agro and his very slender wife.

Commander Duvall must either have upset Beaumont on passage from Harwich or was now considered too valuable to use for flushing out a Spanish spy-ship, or whatever she was.

Maria hung her head over the sanitary blue water water that got bluer with every flush-emptying her sickened insides out, emptying and flushing in a steady rhythm.

They began calling all the hospitals and emergency clinics in Chinatown in Manhattan and the one in Flushing, Queens, to see if any female Chinese patients had been admitted with Q fever and a badly broken, infected arm.

There was a loud flushing noise, a cubicle door opened and the man with a clarety complexion and heavy jowls from the next table emerged with a bemused expression.

Flushing, Rand launched into the spiel he had perfected at inns before this.

He told me that Dusty Muleman denied flushing polluted water from his gambling boat, which was no big surprise.

The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are serest, But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest.

Two hundred of the beggars, under the command of Treslong, accordingly started the next day for Flushing.

Her the close bewildering greenery Darkens with its duskiest green, - Him each little leaflet welcomes, Flushing with an orient sheen.

Just like gunshots and drugs and dead bodies on the street below, just like sirens and screams and dogs howling in the night, just like televisions blasting and cats screeching and doors slamming and toilets flushing.

Philomena Toussaint began speaking in tongues and Mr Pike, carried away by the emotional atmosphere, confided that his dream for Castle Prison was to see flushing lavatories installed in every cell.

Then it was a crash to the carpet and a topsy-turvy shot of Otis Jackson scooping junk bindles off the floor, stumbling to the bathroom, a toilet flushing.

Jake Barton wriggled out of the engine hatch of Miss Wobbly and grinned at Vicky Camberwell who sat on the sponson above him swinging her long legs idly, with the wind in her hair and the tan she had picked up in the last few days gilding her arms and flushing at her cheeks.

His eyes crossed Annas, and he took a long look before flushing and looking away.