1 The blackest protestant in the land would not speak the language I have heard this evening.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 She could not bring herself to utter any word to the Yankees, either of pleading, protest or anger.
3 Its rusty castors screeching in protest.
4 It was his only heavy coat but Scarlett made no protest.
5 The newspapers were so muzzled that no public protest could be raised against the injustices or depredations of the military, and individual protests were silenced with jail sentences.
6 With Yankee soldiers everywhere, the state officials could do little but protest and resist.
7 "It was nothing," he would protest.
8 What he did at this desk the bewildered officials of the bank did not know, but he owned too large a block of the stock for them to protest his presence there.
9 She met Selden's sound of protest with a sharp derisive glance.
10 He had drawn her hand into his arm, but she held him back with a last gesture of protest.
11 Lily uttered no protest, and when he had paused to make sure of his change they emerged from the hotel and crossed Sixth Avenue again.
12 They stared at her; they nodded at Juanita's protest: "I think one's enough for a while."
13 It was not Erik to whom she must escape, but universal and joyous youth, in class-rooms, in studios, in offices, in meetings to protest against Things in General.
14 He would sputter uneasy protest.
15 The lovers got up, with only a silent protest, and walked slowly away somewhere else.