I hear the swish of the wind outside my bedroom window.

Unless I make a great mistake, Tayoga, I hear the swish of paddles.

You can hear the swish of a woman's skirt on the stairs four stories below--

Suddenly I hear the swish of a woman's dress.

Feel it, hear the swish of it, smell it.

After they had passed from his sight he could hear the swish and crashing of their frantic flight.

I hear the swish-swish-swish of her silken gown and the jingle-jangle of the silver chain about her neck.

In the silence of the descending night, James could hear the swish and flap of his brother's inaugural flight.

He did not hear the swish of the knout in the air or the savage howl of pain and despair.

And I could hear the swish of roaches on my nylon jacket, feel their movement in my hair and on my jeans.

She could hear the swish of a quirt falling again and again, and the sound of trampling hoofs thudding on the hard, sun-cracked ground.

Then again we could hear the swish of brush, and I even caught the sound of men crashing through thickets and falling over logs.

But though I saw nothing, I felt the pursuer near; so near, I wondered not to hear the swish of her keel through the waves.

And when all was so silent and peaceful it seemed to them that they could hear the swish of the snow falling upon the needles.

Presently a lamp was lit; and Duane heard the swish of skirts.

Not really. I thought I heard the swish of a reptilian tail.