A small gasping whisper ran among the five who waited.

Knew how the whisper would run among the junior analysts on the floor below.

The first whisper ran through the hall, "The man is mad!"

Why, look at how his only family treated him, the whispers ran.

At that a pessimistic whisper ran through the little group surrounding him, to which he paid no attention.

A shocked whisper ran through the Court as people realized who it was.

He got up, a whisper ran around and there was a general hush.

These games, so the whispers ran, were the royal favorites.

A quick whisper ran through the class: the prefect of studies.

The peasants drew back at sight of him, and the whisper ran.