Then there was a current of curses, a swift hissing of invective.
On every side arose shrieks, groans, exhortations and curses.
But Mr. Skillett was alive; his curses were heard above all other sounds.
Her filial piety gives her dreadful faith in a father's curses.
Curses have, as the wise man said, a habit of coming home to roost.
He was greeted with snarls by his ...