Gor, I—I liked the fun, and so I thumpt away, and hiss'd as lustily as the best of 'em.
Soften the burning flame so that it is just barely beginning to hiss.
The frozen fountains now plash, and hiss, and sparkle in the sun.
To hiss the curate, 'tis a ticklish sort of a job after that.
The last words were spoken in a whisper, emphasized into almost a hiss.
Then there ...