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Suddenly there was a burst of crackle on the line and some juddering.
The juddering in her ribcage was quieting, the panic dying down.
He gasped as a body thudded against the other side, the desk-top juddering and moving back an inch.
The juddering in the decks fell away.
At this speed serious juddering occurred due to the imbalance caused by the twin-cylinder configuration.
Isaac watched its uncertain juddering starts and frowned.
The musical "juddering" sounds earthy and antique, though it postdates this novel's historical period.
A slight juddering vibrated through the craft's frame.
The juddering, twitching body was heavy, far heavier than a man dressed only in a belt and briefs ought to be.
There was another subterraneous tug, a juddering as if the earth wanted to slough off the rubbish heaped onto it.
Renie had to look away--the juddering, sparkling light reminded her of the last unpleasant hour in the club.
Its artificial tissue wings were flapping constantly to hold it steady in the middle of the snowstorm, producing an awkward juddering.
The riders fit heavier wheels and tyres, fatter layers of tape on the bars to absorb the constant juddering.
The take-off run was a steady climb of acceleration, turbo-expander ramjets felt rather than heard, an uncomfortable juddering in his sternum.
Instead, coarse juddering slammed through the shuttle's frame, and Chekov's adrenaline spiked along with the temperature gauge before he could slap off the engines.
The woman was staring at nothing in particular, Ori realised, and it caught his attention too-just a juddering of lights at some intersection, a kink of city.
He played a lovely, drawling opening blues solo over the heavy pulse of Carlos Henriquez's walking bass lines, the drummer Herlin Riley's easy groove, and Mr. Cary's juddering, emphatic chords.
The precessional juddering of the sun-band slowed, smoothed out and disappeared; within seconds, I perceived that disconcerting rattling of light which marks the passage of night and day, and the sky lost its washed-over, luminous-gray quality.
After a day on the beach we were on the move again; another juddering but spectacular bus journey along the spine of the Rif mountains and through the heart of Morocco's kif-growing area around Ketama, although the fields were baked brown and empty, the marijuana harvest gathered in.
