I never saw any Moles in Louisiana, nor heard of any being seen by others.
Long months pass in this way, so that men lead the life of moles.
They do it to people who have moles—or when they have been bitten by a mad dog.
They all dwelt underground, like moles, in one great cavern.
Are we moles, and blinder than moles, that we should continually be made the dupes of these women?
The police had a habit, said Myler, of working like moles—underground.
Then the moles retired to their hole to watch the effects of their speech.
There was a warm, dry nest, made of leaves and the fur of mice and moles.
Have they not always been as blind as owls, bats, and moles, to daylight progress?
Where there is a suspicion of the presence of moles, no time should be lost in getting after them.
