cried Meg, and the rehearsal ended in a general burst of laughter
That is to confound you, you blathering old sentimentalist," he cried, shaking with laughter
She was quick to anger, quick to laughter
, and jolly from the depths of her soul.
The moments glided on, while a feeling of good fellowship passed around the circle like a mystic cord, holding and binding these people together with jest and laughter
shouted the scout, who did not spare his open laughter
, though instantly checking the dangerous sounds he indulged his merriment at less risk of being overheard by any lurking enemies.
Yet the laughter
of her sister in advance with the Kearney brothers seemed to make the reserve with which she tried to crush further familiarity only ridiculous.
He retired towards his own solitary gable, but turned his head, on reaching the door, and called to Phoebe, with a tone which certainly had laughter
in it, yet which seemed to be more than half in earnest.
It was pleasant in the summer forenoons -- when the fervent heat, that almost liquefied the rest of the human family, merely communicated a genial warmth to their half torpid systems -- it was pleasant to hear them chatting in the back entry, a row of them all tipped against the wall, as usual; while the frozen witticisms of past generations were thawed out, and came bubbling with laughter
from their lips.
Some of the damsels mounted on pillions behind their favorite swains, and their light-hearted laughter
, mingling with the clatter of hoofs, echoed along the silent woodlands, sounding fainter and fainter, until they gradually died away, --and the late scene of noise and frolic was all silent and deserted.
As they narrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter
forked upwards out of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their front, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged forks and dippers; as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.
So, with laughter
and shouts and endless badinage and merriment, the guests take their places.
At last, between little gushes of laughter
which shook her plump shoulders in a way that aroused wistful memories of Hebe, she archly asked me, with mock solemnity, if I should need a lady's maid.