Always there was a continuous low rustle of- well, I guess it was conversation.

Suddenly there was a low rustle, and Lady Yardly appeared framed in the doorway, a radiant figure in a long white shimmering dress.

From one corner there was a low rustle; the man turned his head and the boy caught a firelight profile of slitted eyes in an aged, weather-lined face.

The voice of the water changed from a low rustle to a dull roar as it tore at Sapper's wall.

The valley was silent except for the occasional snap of pennant on pike or the low rustle of wind in the grass as Kassad gazed at Moneta and she stared back.

He could retreat, yes, and listen to that low dusty rustle as the bird worked its way in after him.

The babel of the household froze suddenly into silence as he passed, and became a low and guarded rustle of excitement after his passing.