Слово "rasp". Англо-русский словарь Мюллера

He had begun to romp with them in a feeble, awkward way, and even to squabble, his little throat vibrating with a queer rasping noise (the forerunner of the growl), as he worked himself into a passion.

He went back to bed but didn't sleep for a long time. In spite of how lousy he felt in the morning, breakfast tasted good. After a moment's hesitation, he followed his customary bowl of cornflakes with scrambled eggs. He was grumpily washing out the pan when Cindy came downstairs in her robe. "Richard Morrison! You haven't eaten an egg for break-fast since Hector was a pup. Morrison grunted. He considered since Hector was a pup to be one of Cindy's stupider sayings, on a par with I should smile and kiss a pig. "Have you smoked yet?" she asked, pouring orange juice. "No." "You'll be back on them by noon," she proclaimed airily. "Lot of goddamn help you are!" he rasped, rounding on her. "You and anyone else who doesn't smoke, you all think ah, never mind." He expected her to be angry, but she was looking at him F with something like wonder. "You're really serious," she said. "You really are." "You bet I am. " You'll never know how serious. I hope. "Poor baby," she said, going to him. "You look like death warmed over. But I'm very proud." Morrison held her tightly.

It growled again, a strange rasping combination of electrical sizzle, a frying sound, a scraping of metal, a turning of cogs that seemed rusty and ancient with suspicion.

The voice continued raspingly:

Ford was rasping for breath.

It growled again, a strange rasping combination of electrical sizzle, a frying sound, a scraping of metal, a turning of cogs that seemed rusty and ancient with suspicion.

He jumped and danced until his legs trembled, and shouted till his lungs rasped.

Well . . . You'll answer to me now!" he suddenly rasped, looking at Ganya with furious spite. "Well . . . ah! . . ."

"It was you," Ganya rasped, suddenly falling upon the prince once everyone had gone, "you blabbed to them that I'm getting married!" he muttered in a quick half whisper, with a furious face, flashing his eyes spitefully. "You shameless babbler!"

But the liquor tasted like turpentine, and with a rasping snarl he flung the glass against the wall and stood watching the liquor run down onto the rug.