They came pouring forth, those precious cakes, spilling out at the touch, and cracking together like castanets.
"The Boy Tar" by Mayne Reid
Sometimes castanets are not used; cymbals supplant them, or tambourines, or even fingers.
"The Merry-Go-Round" by Carl Van Vechten
Castanet, Andre, 111, 113, 118, 123, 189.
"The Huguenots in France" by Samuel Smiles
They tramped along the board-walk, with heels clicking like castanets, conscious that the world was hushed in night's old enchantment.
"The Trail of the Hawk" by Sinclair Lewis
Behind Milt Daggett, Claire shook her head wildly, rattling her hands as though she were playing castanets.
"Free Air" by Sinclair Lewis
At the same moment, a guitar and castanets were heard in the adjoining room, accompanying the song.
"Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 57, No. 352, February 1845" by Various
My teeth chattered like castanets.
"How I Filmed the War" by Lieut. Geoffrey H. Malins
The walls shook with a dull vibration, and the window-panes were like castanets.
"The House by the Lock" by C. N. Williamson
Tired of this, Mac put on a pair of castanets and danced a Spanish fandango.
"Aliens" by William McFee
She stamped her foot now, and the castanets were sharp, exasperated.
"The Bright Shawl" by Joseph Hergesheimer
The bones and images rattled like castanets.
"The Woodlands Orchids" by Frederick Boyle
Then he commenced to shiver, till his teeth rattled together like castanets.
"With Wolseley to Kumasi" by F.S. Brereton
Just then a mighty rolling peal of thunder shook the house, making the doors and windows rattle like castanets.
"Renshaw Fanning's Quest" by Bertram Mitford
I'll bring you back some castanets and a Spanish frock.
"Carnival" by Compton Mackenzie
Castanets are also sometimes used in military bands and are then specially constructed.
"Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 5, Slice 4" by Various
It seems to me nothing but a series of chicks, as though they were rattling castanets with their tongues.
"Hair-Breadth Escapes" by H.C. Adams
One hundred inferior maxillaries began to castanet away like mad.
"H. R." by Edwin Lefevre
He cast a wild glance behind, and squeaked again, and his teeth began to go like castanets, as the hot breath of the thing fanned his back.
"The Night Operator" by Frank L. Packard
There seemed to be a castanet, and a harp, and singing.
"A Republic Without a President and Other Stories" by Herbert Ward
Far into the night guitars strummed with melancholy plaint, accompanied by hand-clapping and the click of castanets.
"The Blood of the Arena" by Vicente Blasco Ibáñez