There is movement, a climax, a single cry of passion and despair, and then, only the soughing of wind through hoary branches.
Right across the moors came the steady westerly wind, sighing and soughing, touching their cheeks with its fresh fingers.
The wind, too, was rising and came soughing along in fitful gusts.
A light breeze swept up the river, soughing through the thick woods on the nearer bank.
Their faces were vacant and mournful; their voices like the soughing of wind in the trees.
But for the soughing wind, the world is still.
There was no sound but the faint soughing of the wind over the pines below him.
It became a deep-toned soughing which rapidly increased in volume to a loud roar, and then to a screeching hiss.
