As I neared the bank I saw that the river was in full flood, more than twice its usual breadth, and running like a mill-race.
It happened to be flowing out at that time like a mill-race.
The prow lifted, shot into mid-air, touched water again, and went whirling through the mill-race that boiled below a waterfall.
I was to tell Lady Lyle something about cabbages or the mill-race,—which was it?
There are long, straight, sloping troughs through which the water runs like a mill-race.
The whole inlet boiled like a pot, and roared like a mill-race.
Beneath us was the open trough, where the water, two or three feet in depth, was rushing as in a mill-race.
So in a mill-race, water stopped by a gate is like air in a calm.
The tide was now running out, and the channel between the island and the mainland swirled like a mill-race.
She came to see me with your father; he said nothing, but she talked like a mill-race.