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1 The bird call from SIEGFRIED whistled softly followed them from the steps of the porch.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
2 A long thin cane would have a high whistling sound and he wondered what was that pain like.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
3 A second shrill whistle, prolonged angrily, brought one of the girls to the foot of the staircase.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
4 They were men in dark blue and silver; they had silvery whistles and their keys made a quick music: click, click: click, click.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
5 And when two constabulary men had come into sight round a bend in the gloomy road he had broken off his prayer to whistle loudly an air from the last pantomime.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
6 Aubrey carried a whistle dangling from his buttonhole and a bicycle lamp attached to his belt while the others had short sticks thrust daggerwise through theirs.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
7 His father's whistle, his mother's mutterings, the screech of an unseen maniac were to him now so many voices offending and threatening to humble the pride of his youth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
8 He set off abruptly for the Bull, walking rapidly lest his father's shrill whistle might call him back; and in a few moments he had rounded the curve at the police barrack and was safe.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
9 And though he trembled with cold and fright to think of the cruel long nails and of the high whistling sound of the cane and of the chill you felt at the end of your shirt when you undressed yourself yet he felt a feeling of queer quiet pleasure inside him to think of the white fattish hands, clean and strong and gentle.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
10 To mortify his hearing he exerted no control over his voice which was then breaking, neither sang nor whistled, and made no attempt to flee from noises which caused him painful nervous irritation such as the sharpening of knives on the knife board, the gathering of cinders on the fire-shovel and the twigging of the carpet.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4