There was a sound of whispers, then the speaker said.

When it turned out to be a woman they did not even know the house became a gallery of whispers.

One of them whispers to the Spike what he had done to put him on death row.

The dark place was pulling at him by then, the house of whispers where all men were blind.

After a good deal of rustling and whispers, she told me I could look.

In other words, a mobile form of whisper down the lane.

That came in a weak trail of whisper from his right.

But he was still the subject of whispers and conjectures.

There was an undercurrent of whispers and all eyes turned to the door.

As we talk, the hum of whispers, another figure is closing in on our small group.