So he gulped down the rest of his tea and stood up, saying that he was going to begin the search then and there.
"Dracula" by Bram Stoker
With a gulp in my throat I sprang up, seized the iron edge of the top, and swung myself panting on to it.
"Tales of Terror and Mystery" by Arthur Conan Doyle
He hastily left the dark room, refreshed himself in the kitchen with a gulp of wine, and went up to the open window to gaze at the stars.
"Homo Sum, Complete" by Georg Ebers
She staggered up to them, panting, exhausted, her breath coming in gulping sobs.
"The Hunted Woman" by James Oliver Curwood
When the Trolls came to the water they lay down to drink it all up, and they gulped and gulped till they burst.
"Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol. 2" by Charles Dudley Warner
The fielder, with a gulp and a gone feeling at the pit of his stomach, picked up the muffed ball, and threw it to second.
"Andy at Yale" by Roy Eliot Stokes
Rosalind gulped hard over the shattered ruins of this last hope and got up, fighting against an inhospitable impulse to order Hester away.
"'Firebrand' Trevison" by Charles Alden Seltzer
Shott took a gulp of whisky to steady his nerve and desperately put the price up fifty more.
"Mad Shepherds" by L. P. Jacks
He was up early, gulped a hasty breakfast, and stood on the steps at Ewing's house at five minutes to nine.
"The Prophetic Camera" by John McGreevey
Unable to find the man, he came up, filled his lungs in a noisy gulp, and went down again.
"Signal in the Dark" by Mildred A. Wirt
The Automat , whose gleaming chrome-and-glass machines brought high-tech eating to a low-tech era, has gulped down its last coin and served up its last helping of macaroni, baked beans and kaiser rolls.
It looks like residents of the Soho block recently taken over by Delicatessen–one of whom peed on the restaurant's glass roof in early September–still have not warmed up to their loud, cocktatil-gulping neighbor.
It gulps up a coastal town in this 1961 Roger Corman quickie, said to be in the same style as Bucket of Blood and Little Shop of Horrors, those grungy wonders of B moviemaking.
Unfortunately, we are going to be giving up this daily blogging gig we've held for -- gulp -- over five years now.