Ajangle

1913, Bert Leston Taylor, “Canopus” in Motley Measures, Chicago: The Laurentian Publishers, p. 14, When men are calling names and making faces, And all the world’s ajangle and ajar, I meditate on interstellar spaces And smoke a mild seegar.

Where the horrible clamor had merely set my nerves ajangle, it had plainly lacerated her like some evil bullwhip.

That actually did make Cora feel better—enough that she took a deep breath and reminded herself that the mission was done and successful. No injuries, no pursuit... no reason to still feel so twitchy, her nerves all a-jangle.