This guy, though, was never even known to swing with himself.

Now, if it had been the old major I would have swung for him with a light heart.

The huge man swung with his club, but he was too close and still coming.

He would have been in there swinging with the best.

He swung it on to the table with something of an effort.

You needed somebody to swing at and to hell with anyone who got in the way, right?

Heavy as the door was, it swung open with almost no effort on my part.

Four or five seconds after that, he swung with his right.

I swung down over the path, level with the island and the house.

And I didn't want to swing with my coat on.