But instead it grew more ragged and disrupted with each passing dura.

The woods grew thin and ragged, interspersed with mountain meadows.

In the silence I heard May's breathing grow loud and a little ragged.

People in other lines kept knocking into it and as she moved up, the flowers grew increasingly ragged and forlorn.

The skin was sloughing off the bones, and the hair was growing long and ragged.

Her voice grew hoarse and ragged, almost a whisper.

His breathing grew loud and ragged and I finally caught on to what was happening.

Their breathing grew more and more ragged, the connection between them more electric.

But even as the work, like its characters, grows more ragged with time, it never comes close to collapsing.

With wounded men dropping out at every step, the Goharans advanced steadily, their line growing more ragged as they did.