1 He swore a complicated oath at himself.
2 In it there was much bass of grumbling oaths.
3 The raving teamsters swore many strange oaths.
4 The youth's reply was an outburst of crimson oaths.
5 From his lips came a black procession of curious oaths.
6 And he could string oaths with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
7 They heeded not the largest and longest of the oaths that were thrown at them from all directions.
8 He had continued to curse, but it was now with the air of a man who was using his last box of oaths.
9 Occasionally he would cease to remember it, and be about to emphasize an oath with a sweeping gesture.
10 Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths.
11 It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his toe and he conceived it to be his privilege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
12 Yet the youth smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him, though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking sticks.
13 Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an remember he never drunk a drop of licker in his life, and seldom swore a cross oath.
14 The lieutenant, returning from a tour after a bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind new and portentous oaths suited to the emergency.