whimpers

Listen, Whitey, no squawking or squealing.

Moreover I have heard the groaning of the children of Israel, whom the Egyptians keep in bondage, and I have remembered my covenant.

And I have also heard the groaning of the children of Israel, whom the Egyptians keep in bondage and I have remembered my covenant.

Yet I could see soiled nappies, and I could see that some of the children were distressed, but the only noise was a low, continuous moan.

As I stand in the yard I hear the sound of screams, moans, investigators, whiplashes, electricity. Different sounds, but they all indicate the same thing.

It chanced that I walked that way across the fields the following night, about the same hour, and hearing a low moaning at this spot, I drew near in the dark, and discovered the only survivor of the family that I know, the heir of both its virtues and its vices, who alone was interested in this burning, lying on his stomach and looking over the cellar wall at the still smouldering cinders beneath, muttering to himself, as is his wont.