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Lanthorns gleamed and torches flared in the great square of Belsaye where panting, shouting townsfolk thronged upon Beltane and his company with tears of joy, with laughter loud and high-pitched, with shouts and wild acclaim; many there were who knelt to kiss their sun-browned hands, their feet, the very links of their armour.
They seemed to understand perfectly what had happened, to echo Wyeth's high-pitched, friendly drawl, with an added touch of mockery that was all their own "Oh Linford!" It was toward six o'clock when she ascended the steps of the rectory. Bernal, coming from the opposite direction, met her at the door.
We who have to come in contact with it, and know it in all its wretched squalor, know only too well that rarely, if ever, can one of the high-pitched stories of personal wrong be justified. The greater the criminal, the greater the protestations of innocence and injustice. Do not be deceived.
Lockwood grasped the arm of his friend excitedly and his voice became high-pitched. "Don't you get this old man?" he argued. "Don't you get the figure of him as an artist? Lord, man, he's the greatest artist in the world, I tell you!" Dorn nodded his head, amused and disturbed by the novelist's excitement.
"Love my limbs!" says he in soft, high-pitched voice. "Perish and plague me, but who's the friend as be a rope's-ending o' ye, Andy lad you as be cock o' the ship?" Here the fellow beneath my foot essays to curse, but groans instead. "Bless my guts!" says the fat man, blinking harder than ever, "So bad as that, Andy lad?
Of a truth!" and he ruefully looked at his handkerchief, "this is a trifle too much cupping for me." I bowed, and led the way across the road; but the jester stayed us, calling out in his high-pitched tones: "Just a look at this carrion! One may as well see upon whom our friend here has put his mark." So saying he stooped and turned over the man, the first of the two who had fallen.
I say, Uncle, Uncle! a high-pitched voice shouted, and a seven-year-old boy in a black sheepskin coat, new white felt boots, and a warm cap, ran hurriedly out of the house into the yard. 'Take me with you! he cried, fastening up his coat as he ran.
During the meal she found herself listening to the poet's monologues delivered in his high-pitched creaking voice. The wind began to shake the shutters as they finished supper and presently the rain began to patter afresh against the panes.
He had a high-pitched voice with aristocratic intonations, and he seemed to be in a perpetual state of interrogation. "What are we all he-a for?" he would ask only too audibly. "What are we doing he-a? What's the connection?" What WAS the connection? We made a special effort with our last assembly in June, 1907.
German planes had ventured over the lines, flying high, and English planes had swept up to intercept them. One was rising then not far away, climbing fast, like a fish-hawk with prey in its claws. Its color, its framework, its propeller, and its aviator showed distinctly against the sky. The buzzing, high-pitched drone of its motor floated down.
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