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They held each other like terrified children as the whistle burst into obscene blatting.
Sitting on the bike, holding him, deafened by the blatting of the engine noise, she had been happy.
He turned his head to them as he did, yelling to make himself heard over the machine's enthusiastic blatting.
An irritable blatting from the goat shed let him know that the female inhabitants would like some similar attention as well.
At the impact the organ music trailed and shuddered away to nothing, while the piercing blatting of the alarm itself kept on.
I'm sick of hearing your blatting!
Father Keeley went out and bought newspapers several times a day, and, for supplementary enlightenment, we had the blatting of the radio.
The rhythmic blatting stopped.
The anchor rumbled down to the blatting of wild goats on the cliffs, and the air we breathed was heavy with the perfume of flowers.
From the looming cliffs arose the blatting of wild goats, and overhead the first stars were peeping mistily through the ragged train of the passing squall.
In the midst of these more diffident invitations, the golden doors of the ballroom opened with a blatting of trumpets, and a circus parade rolled in.
But at least there had been hearty greetings, man to man; there had been clamorous jazz for dancing, and the lively, slangy catcalls of young people, and the nervous blatting of tremendous traffic.
The herald had entered Women's Country through the Battlefield Gate after much blatting of trumpets and thunder of drums, and a deputation of the Council had gone down to the plaza to hear the word.
There's going to be war between Drum and the Firvulag, you know, and iron weapons could make all the difference-" From the Jungle came an unearthly blatting, like a much- magnified and bungled flourish of brasses.
Through the swinging door, along the hallway, across the foyer, Joe felt closely pursued by something more than the blatting of the smoke alarm, as though a killer had been in the kitchen, after all, standing so still in a darkish corner that he had watched unnoticed.
Tired men in dusty coupes and sedans winced and tightened their grip on the wheel and ploughed on north and west towards home and dinner, an evening with the sports page, the blatting of the radio, the whining of their spoiled children and the gabble of their silly wives.