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• Monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
• Rains and dissolving snow swell the rivers in spring.
• It is low ebb with his accuser when such peccadilloes are put to swell the charge.
• For this scene, a large number of supers are engaged, and in order to further swell the crowd, practically all the available stage hands have to ‘walk on’ dressed in various coloured dominoes, and all wearing masks.
• After a harsh police crackdown last week fueled anger and swelled protests, President Dilma Rousseff, a former guerrilla who was imprisoned under the dictatorship and has now become the target of pointed criticism herself, tried to appease dissenters by embracing their cause on Tuesday.
• The organ music swelled.
• to be swelled with pride or haughtiness
• Here he comes, swelling like a turkey cock.
• You swell at the tartan, as the bull is said to do at scarlet.
• Your equal mind yet swells not into state.
• swelling words; a swelling style
• A cask swells in the middle.
• the swell and subsidence of his periods
• There was a great, smooth swell upon the sea.
• He was thinking; but the glory of the song, the swell from the great organ, the clustered lights, […], the height and vastness of this noble fane, its antiquity and its strength—all these things seemed to have their part as causes of the thrilling emotion that accompanied his thoughts.
• Off on the crest of a swell a moving figure was seen now and then. "Antelope," said the hunters.
• He was dressed in a flashy style, not unlike what is popularly denominated a swell.
• It costs him no more to wear all his ornaments about his distinguished person than to leave them at home. If you can be a swell at a cheap rate, why not?
• "I am not in Mr Crosbie's confidence. He is in the General Committee Office, I know; and, I believe, has pretty nearly the management of the whole of it." . ..
• "I'll tell you what he is, Bell; Mr Crosbie is a swell." And Lilian Dale was right; Mr Crosbie was a swell.
• You buy a lot of Indian or halfbreed loafers with beaver-skins and rum, go to the Mount of the Burning Arrows, and these fellows dance round you and call you one of the lost race, the Mighty Men of the Kimash Hills. And they'll do that while the rum lasts. Meanwhile you get to think yourself a devil of a swell—you and the gods!