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“The whistle buried under my skin and became a permanent part of me. I had a radar for certain eyes afterward. It was a…

— Deb Caletti

“When the leaves began to fall, all the visitors were gone, and the whistle from the train passing through Orange gave a long, lonesome,…

— Edna Lewis

“I whistled and made nothing of going. But the village was very peaceful and quiet, and the light mists were solemnly rising, as if…

— Charles Dickens

“The natives who saw him walking alone, and later brought him back to the town for burial, said he was whistling when he went.…

— Frederick Forsyth

“So he whistles it off, and marches on”

— Charles Dickens

When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the…

— Charles Tennyson Turner

“Gabriel slowly began rubbing his eyes, for in addition to suffering from one of the worst hangover headaches of his life, he was slightly…

— Sylvain Reynard

“Whistling. The Human was whistling to himself, off-key and wretched. Whistling! Like he hadn’t a care or a clue about the poverty and decay…

— S.G. Night