It might get the pot boiling a bit.
Gabriel's temper was close to boiling over, for the umpteenth time since he inherited the responsibilities of Death.
Uncertain what he expected, his anger was boiling at the silent rejection.
Despite the animosity boiling at the back of his brother's gaze, Kiki's pragmatism snapped to the forefront.
Her words did nothing to quell the anger boiling within him.
"You look like you just won 'Wheel of Fortune'," Dean said as he emptied a package of pasta into a boiling pot.
He unfolded his arms and tossed some coffee into the boiling water.
Boiling inside, he'd never felt the urge to beat someone the way he did Jonny.
It may be prepared by boiling a-dichlorpropionic acid with silver oxide; by the hydrolysis of acetyl cyanide with hydrochloric acid (J.
It is a colourless fuming liquid boiling at 90.5° C. With water and with ammonia it undergoes the same reactions as the chloride.
A-propylene glycol, CH 3 CH(OH) CH 2 OH, a liquid boiling at 188° to 189°, and obtained by heating glycerin with sodium hydroxide and distilling the mixture; and trimethylene glycol, CH 2 OH CH 2 CH 2 OH, a liquid boiling at 214° C. and prepared by boiling trimethylene bromide with potash solution (A.
It forms quadratic prisms, having a violet reflex and insoluble in boiling hydrochloric acid.
The boiling and freezing-point determinations of the molecular weight in solution indicate the formula S8.
The temperature of the Boiling Spring the same day was 45º, or the warmest of any water tried, though it is the coldest that I know of in summer, when, beside, shallow and stagnant surface water is not mingled with it.
That devilish Iron Horse, whose ear-rending neigh is heard throughout the town, has muddied the Boiling Spring with his foot, and he it is that has browsed off all the woods on Walden shore, that Trojan horse, with a thousand men in his belly, introduced by mercenary Greeks!
He brought in a boiling samovar.
Mitenka's wife and sisters-in-law thrust their heads and frightened faces out of the door of a room where a bright samovar was boiling and where the steward's high bedstead stood with its patchwork quilt.
There is no longer the measured quiet sound of throbbing activity, like the sound of boiling water, but diverse discordant sounds of disorder.
Something was boiling in a small cauldron at the edge of the fire and a soldier in a peaked cap and blue overcoat, lit up by the fire, was kneeling beside it stirring its contents with a ramrod.