I am poor, I am penniless should your irons wrench
my limbs asunder, I could not gratify you
And he gave it, as he spoke, a wrench
that made me cry out.
At length, struggling to get loose, I had the fortune to break the strings, and wrench
out the pegs that fastened my left arm to the ground; for, by lifting it up to my face, I discovered the methods they had taken to bind me, and at the same time with a violent pull, which gave me excessive pain, I a little loosened the strings that tied down my hair on the left side, so that I was just able to turn my head about two inches.
Kaa had only just worked his way over the west wall, landing with a wrench
that dislodged a coping stone into the ditch.
With a single wrench
the ape tore the weapon from the man's grasp and flung it to one side, then his yellow fangs were buried in the sailor's shoulder.
And opening the window with one wrench
of his terrible hand, he flung out the glass, which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far below.
I have procured an English wrench
, to unfasten the bolts which attach it to the shell of the Nautilus.
The tall soldier weakly tried to wrench
Did she go quickly from under the men's feet, or did she resist to the end, letting the sea batter her to pieces, start her butts, wrench
her frame, load her with an increasing weight of salt water, and, dismasted, unmanageable, rolling heavily, her boats gone, her decks swept, had she wearied her men half to death with the unceasing labour at the pumps before she sank with them like a stone?
He hurried to the Hermitage, which stood in the heart of the wood, unlocked the door with a hasty wrench
, slammed it after him, pitched Zeluco into the most distant corner, and thrusting his right hand into his pocket, first walked four or five times up and down the scanty length of the little room, and then seated himself on the ottoman in an uncomfortable stiff way, as we often do when we wish not to abandon ourselves to feeling.
The orang-outang, troubled by some dream of the forests of his freedom, began to yell like a soul in purgatory, and to wrench
madly at the bars of the cage.
and scoop sent the head and offal flying, and the empty fish slid across to Uncle Salters, who snorted fiercely.