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The Russian must have been crazed with fear, for he now ran round in a circle.
The lad was half crazed with fear, and shivering all over, but at last I got him to say what he thought he'd seen.
There are indications that the man was crazed with fear before ever he began to run."
They drilled at this often enough to do it in their sleep-or when half crazed with fear.
A man crazed with fear, face dirty and covered with a black dust.
"But crazed with fear, wild with anger, can you speak for that?"
Crazed with fear, Sadegh saw him let go of the rope.
The horse was crazed with fear, running almost as fast as the unicorn.
The woman, crazed with fear, was crawling on the floor on her stomach toward a closet.
Annie cried out, crazed with fear and pain.
The men of Tyros, wild-eyed, half crazed with fear, fell back.
Clyde was ready for battle, but he found himself over-matched by a criminal genius crazed with fear.
They were almost crazed with fear.
The voice became high-pitched, crazed with fear.
The "little" mastodon-standing five feet at the shoulder and weighing slightly over a ton-was half crazed with fear.
For three days men crazed with fear have surged about this portal in vain attempts to solve its mystery."
The baby's mother, whom Milo spotted on the other side of the dome, looked more than nauseated; she looked positively crazed with fear.
Before Naduah could flee, Flower dropped the breast and ran, crazed with fear of the Texans.
The swamp had filled with dinosaurs and small mammals, swimming, thrashing, floating, crazed with fear, many dying and drowning.
A spirit ... a face,' Oriane was gibbering, her eyes crazed with fear. '
Horas Redwyne brought in Lady Tanda, half crazed with fear for her daughter Lollys, who had been knocked from the saddle and left behind.
Zemarkhos' shrieks took on a sudden, desperate urgency as Vaspur, crazed with fear, began snapping wildly at everything near it - which, at the moment, consisted almost entirely of the priest.
The riders who had broken from the line pulled up in horror and confusion, their horses crazed with fear, plunging wildly at the crimson flames which were springing up where the red fire seared.
The warrior was well-nigh crazed with fear, surrounded by a wall of sharp steel and the smell of death, but the only escape from his own terror seemed to be up the suddenly opened path before him.
And the man, as the story goes, was so crazed with fear that he could scarce speak, but at last he said that he had indeed seen the unhappy maiden, with the hounds upon her track.