However, since he seems a friend of yours, here goes--" And with the gladdest, most grateful sound in the world, the happy smack of
a fish back home again in the water, after an appalling three minutes spent on land, that prophetic trout was once more an active unit in God's populous universe.
I'd be the better for a smack of
the salt water again, and a whiff of the breeze.
cried the little man, with a hearty smack of
his hand on the prompt-book.
Descending thence, we again entered the bar-room, where the elderly gentleman above mentioned, the smack of
whose lips had spoken so favorably for Mr.
But Queequeg, he had a mortal, barbaric smack of
the lip in eating --an ugly sound enough --so much so, that the trembling Dough-Boy almost looked to see whether any marks of teeth lurked in his own lean arms.
He was not sailorly, and yet he had a smack of
the sea about him too.
Moti Guj never mistook the pounding blow of the latter for the smack of
the former that warned him to get up and turn over on the other side.
The fierce Sir Hugh Calverley, with his yellow mane, and the rugged Sir Robert Knolles, with their war-hardened and veteran companies of English bowmen, headed the long column; while behind them came the turbulent bands of the Bastard of Breteuil, Nandon de Bagerant, one-eyed Camus, Black Ortingo, La Nuit and others whose very names seem to smack of
hard hands and ruthless deeds.