A piercing chill grew in the dead air; the silence was terrifying.

It was a dark day; the clouds hung low, and the dull rumble of the sea came through the dead air.

All was dark and still inside, and a gust of dead air struck him in the face.

Taffy shrunk back, as a draught of the close, dead air struck his nostrils.

Within the half-hour the night had grown oppressively hot and the dead air was like that of an oven.

For the first time since the forest fires had begun to smoulder, the dead air took a sense of motion.

The last crack of a triphammer, peckering at a giant pile of iron down the112 block, dies out on the dead air.

The last crack of a triphammer, peckering at a giant pile of iron down the block, dies out on the dead air.

Again the man sniffed the dead air and, swinging the rifle into the crook of his elbow, continued toward the grub-shack.

Was it a mere thrill of the dead air, too slight to be heard, but quivering in every spiritual sense?