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- adjective colloq. That jolts.
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- adjective Characterised by
jolts; bumpyor jerky.
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- adjective causing or characterized by jolts and irregular movements
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He was always well dressed, always in high spirits and a good temper, and very demonstrative and caressing; putting his arm round one, and slapping one on the back or lifting one up in the air; a kind of jolty, noisy, boisterous boon-companion -- rather uproarious, in fact, and with no disdain for a good bottle of wine or a good bottle of beer.
He was knocked to the canvas backwards, and sideways, was punched in the clinches and in the break-aways -- stiff, jolty blows that dazed his brain and drove the strength from his muscles.
And the perception of it, though, will be a very strong shaking, because, when you're near it, and you get a lot of high-frequency shaking, very jolty, it's -- it's quite scary.
Nearly all "caffeine-free" coffee actually has a fraction of the jolty chemical: an 8 ounce cup averages 3 mg.
When they came to the top of the rise he stopped; he would not risk the long and very jolty down-slope.
It was a jolty, hot drive but we enjoyed it hugely; everything was new to us and we were all in high spirits at the prospect of our long journey being about to end and in coming into possession of our estates, about which there was no end of jokes.
The sleepy country 'orses and the jolty country wains
The insects are dead, the birds have gone South with the other members of the higher circles of society; there was only the rattle of the heavy cart, springless and jolty, along the dusty road that wound like a great horseshoe around the long slope of the ridge that shot up suddenly into "Paradise Hill."
"We've landed!" shouted Hiram in a jolty tone, plunging forward in his seat in the biplane.
The Subway is a black, bellowing horror; the bus a swaying, jolty start-and-stop, bruising your knees against the seat in front; but the L swings you up and over the housetops, smooth and sheer and swift.