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It is a small, high-pitched room with six standing-rows for auditors rising abruptly one above the other. The arena is not much more than large enough for the dissecting table which, by a lift, could be brought up from a preparing room below.
"It was impossible to come sooner, madame; I had a little affair, and it was necessary to change my attire." "A successful affair, I trust, Monsieur le Vidame." Simon was about to answer, but a high-pitched voice broke in: "More successful than even the Vidame's great feat of arms in the forest of Fontevrault." And Le Brusquet made his way through the press, and stood behind the prince's chair.
As he laid himself heavily down, under the hammock, she sat on the floor beside him; taking his head in her lap, stroking its silken fur and beginning to sing to him in that high-pitched crooning little voice of hers. Laddie loved this. And he loved the soft caress of her hand. It soothed him to sleep. It was good to sleep.
"She was already half-way across the landing when Dufilleul caught her and seized her by the hand. "'Stay, Jeanne, stay! "'Let me go, sir! "'No, hear me first; this is some horrible mistake. I swear' "At this moment a high-pitched voice was heard on the staircase. "'Well, George, how much longer are you going to keep me?
But his quest was unavailing, and, facing about, he returned to the head of the cross-cut where he paused, uncertain what course to pursue. Then he opened his mouth and shouted their names, with the full power of his strong bass voice. The sound echoed up and down through the galleries and then died away, to be followed by a high-pitched feminine shriek.
Then, turning to Hugh, Mademoiselle said almost in her natural tone, though slightly high-pitched and nervous: "Benton, the blackguard, was your father's friend at Woodthorpe.
We were awakened in the morning by high-pitched voices in the room below. Lieutenant Sill and I had passed the night in neighboring caverns of the same miraculous feather-bed.
At the request of a gentleman hastily chosen to officiate as chairman, the leader of the delegates read, in a high-pitched, psalm-singing voice, a paper, containing the operatives' statement of the case at issue, their complaints, and their demands, which last were not remarkable for moderation.
But the Embankment slowly brought civilization that way: the dirty rickety old houses were both condemned and demolished, till at last only the tavern remained, with hoardings and empty spaces, and a dust-yard round it. The house stood at what had been a corner. The red-tiled roof was so high-pitched as to be almost perpendicular.
He was moving across a patch of burned grass, a blurred, shadowy shape with the blurred bulk of a house behind him, a low house of mats, bamboos, and palm leaves, with a high-pitched roof of grass. He stepped upon the jetty. His arms, bare to the elbow, were crossed on his chest.
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