he hissed, and struck the master of fence a stinging blow across the face, and spat
Another chronicler* says of him, "Therefore as in all things we trust Bede, whose wisdom and truth are not to be doubted: so that fabler with his fables shall be forthwith spat
out by us all.
He continued his walk, but he had scarcely gone a hundred paces, when a furious fellow, leaning between two soldiers, spat
in the king's face, as once an infamous and accursed Jew spit in the face of Jesus of Nazareth.
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.
Apart from the one fundamental nastiness the luckless mouse succeeds in creating around it so many other nastinesses in the form of doubts and questions, adds to the one question so many unsettled questions that there inevitably works up around it a sort of fatal brew, a stinking mess, made up of its doubts, emotions, and of the contempt spat
upon it by the direct men of action who stand solemnly about it as judges and arbitrators, laughing at it till their healthy sides ache.
He chinked it once, and he blew upon it once, and he spat
upon it once,--'for luck,' he hoarsely said --before he put it in his pocket.
The bullets spat
all about us; but thick clouds had covered the moon, and in the dim darkness it was no more than random firing.
He remembered invading another village of a dozen houses and driving all before him with his shot-gun save, for one old man, too feeble to flee, who spat
at him and whined and snarled as he dug open a ground-oven and from amid the hot stones dragged forth a roasted pig that steamed its essence deliciously through its green-leaf wrappings.
Wash Williams spat
forth a succession of vile oaths.
The resemblance was not lessened by the accidental circumstance, that the mature Jerry bit and spat
out straw, while the twinkling eyes of the youthful Jerry were as restlessly watchful of him as of everything else in Fleet-street.