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Her hair, like his, was spangled with moisture. and her rose-brown skin struck a note of delicious colour against the sullen Stygian background. 'There he is, said Davies. Never did his 'meiner Freund, Carruthers, sound so pleasantly in my ears; never so discordantly the 'Fräulein Dollmann' that followed it. Every syllable of the four was a lie.
I passed their orchestra going home the other evening, with a small lad, and they were at it, all parts, ten thousand peeps, shrill, ear-piercing, and incessant, coining up from every quarter, accompanied by a second, from some larger swimmer with his trombone, and broken in upon, every now and then, but not discordantly, with the loud, quick hallo, that resembles the cry of the tree-toad.
He lit a fifteen-cent cigar and puffed away as if he were used to it. "Be your-a aunt," he said, "be-a anybody's aunt. You good-a feller." This sentiment led to another round of drinks, and then the pair tumbled into a cab, singing discordantly in two languages. Perkins fortunately remembered the address of Haines, and was able to mumble it so that the hackman could understand.
Then the stone above moved out of its place, and a blaze of light fell down from the choir above. I saw beside me Seraphina's face, brilliantly lit, looking upwards. Tomas Castro said: "Come quickly... come quickly... the prayers are ending; there will be people in the street." And from above an enormous voice intoned: "Tu.. u.. ba mi.. i.. i..rum..." And the serpent groaned discordantly.
Its sweet innocence, and the veil of suffering cast over its best grin, suggesting one of Raphael's cherubs attempting to play the imp, Hester found almost discordantly pathetic. She could have caught the child to her bosom, but alas! she had no right.
Hallam's sharp tones struck in discordantly, "we shall be glad to see him when we return to London." "I am infinitely complimented, Mrs. Hallam," Kirkwood assured her; and of the girl quickly: "You're going back home?" he asked. She nodded, with a faint, puzzled smile that included the woman. "After a little not immediately. Mrs. Hallam is so kind "
Not a penny will ever go from the Schuyler estate into his pocket, and no trunk will ever travel from here to Washington for that heartless girl. I forbid it. Let her feel some of the sorrow she has inflicted upon others more innocent. I forbid it, do you hear?” He brought his fist down upon the solid mahogany bureau until the prisms on a candle-stand in front of the mirror jangled discordantly.
In front of him lay the town, desolate, appalling, with a few rooks cawing discordantly round the windowless houses. And over everything brooded an oppressive hot stinking stillness that almost terrified him. . . . After a while his gaze settled on the place where the wall was broken down, and his imagination began to play.
Other people's lives don't matter so much, but mine is precious! Eh, Brookfield?" Brookfield chuckled himself purple in the face over this pleasantry, and declared that his lordship's wit grew sharper with every day of his existence. Meanwhile Tom o' the Gleam moved a step or two nearer to Wrotham. "You're a lucky lord!" he said, and again he laughed discordantly. "Very lucky!
"They are at present in my possession if that confesses an act of theft." Monk laughed discordantly. "Then I say you're a liar, Monsieur the Lone Wolf, as well as a fool!" His fist smote the desk again. "The Montalais jewels are here." Lanyard shrugged. "When did you lift them?" Phinuit demanded with sarcasm. "Tell us that!"
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