Everything is going round and round in my head like a millwheel.
How could I speak when my brain was whirling like a millwheel, and my voice choked in my throat?
Each of them throws his mantle round another and is as swift as a millwheel.
Long windows opened out on to a lawn stretching down to the watercourse which fed the millwheel.
Moss and grass on a millwheel in the Midi are no surer signs of abandonment and disuse than a dry millrace.
She showed them how to tame the rushing stream and make its water drive the millwheel.
I would have loved to see the millwheel turn again, as it did in the old days.
But people you talk with every day have got to have feeders for their minds, as much as the stream that turns a millwheel has.
For if the gates were opened, he would be swept into the millwheel, and there would be the end—the everlasting end.