Page 153. "What needeth all this travail and Turmoiling?"
"Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age"
Various
I did not press the subject, the question, the suspicion which was Turmoiling my mind.
"Neighbours"
Robert Stead
The restless little city, Turmoiling in its boom, swarmed around us; we had to wait half an hour, our gripsacks in our hands, for the surface-car to the prison, three miles or more beyond the town.
"The Subterranean Brotherhood"
Julian Hawthorne