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Cheetahs may be fast, but they are not too swift.
The water was clear and cold, not too swift, and just fine for swimming.
As it is Wyandanch is not too swift an area.
It would be swift, but not too swift to alarm the victim, a gentle long sleep.
Well, Tiger's not too swift, but everybody knows about Sendais.
LEO: You know, it'd probably work, though, if your kid brother's not too swift.
"He was not too swift academically," she said, but was "attractive to his peers" and "well liked."
Not too swift, Murphy.
ATC was not too swift either."
"Business not too swift, huh?"
I'da started laughing but man, it's not too swift to laugh at wacked out vets.
It's a high risk move since they could find themselves trapped by the storm and scrapping with headwinds for some uncomfortable and not too swift progress.
He explained to me, as if I were not too swift, how he pulls out the inside dough of the bagel so it is "scooped out."
The water flow from the huge pipe was cooler than the temperature of the river, but it was not too swift to prohibit swimming against it.
"Not too swift, I hope," Hettar murmured.
Tom was not too swift, as the kids would say, not nearly as intelligent as she, and, so far, long on enthusiasm but short on sensitivity.
To him I'm just another one of those older guys who hangs around the gym: not too swift of foot, spreading out around the middle, and definitely earthbound in the leaping department.
The break was swift but not too swift, and each was slightly different, of course, shallow bowls giving way to quick walls, or long tubular sectiOlls purling over in perfect clear waterfalls.
'And now let me seek a fitting drug--one that is swift, yet not too swift, lest your hounds should see themselves baffled of the prey before all their devilry is done.
I knew that the answer was 12 and since I am not too swift in the math department, I quickly used the calculator in my mobile and was re-directed to the Guardian page which held the elusive quill.
A door opened near the back of the darkened auction house and out of it stepped a man who walked rapidly in the other direction, yet he was not too swift for Margo to fail to recognize him as Montague Bankhill.