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The card worked well with the first class, resting in the Chief's cabin after the arduous labours of seeing the engines. The Chief was below, flat on his back in a manhole looking for a staccato note that did not belong in his trained and orderly chorus. There was grease in his sandy hair, and the cranks were only a few inches from his nose.

I found that the two notes which syllabled themselves to my ear as "see-e he-e-re!" were prefaced by a low, staccato utterance like "quick!" and all were on the same note of the musical scale.

But on safe opportunities, she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea, and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring, not listening. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait, and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness.

Then, staccato: "Where are you going to this time?" "Johannesburg." "What? But it's nonsense." "It's fact." "Well of course you can't go." "Who says so?" "Of course you can't go, and leave us here all alone," she replied, speaking quickly. "Why, it's too preposterous!

When groups of lines in a picture occur parallel to each other they produce an accentuation of the particular quality the line may contain, a sort of sustained effect, like a sustained chord on an organ, the effect of which is much bigger than that of the same chord struck staccato. This sustained quality has a wonderful influence in steadying and uniting your work.

The even staccato of the exhaust, echoless in that height and vacancy, rippled with cadences like a monster mowing-machine.

At the thin, vicious crack of it, Silk collapsed. She understood then. With her hand pressed hard over her mouth to keep back the hysterical scream that threatened, she fled to the house. Behind her the rifle spat forth its staccato message of death. For a few seconds the mountains flung whiplike echoes back and forth in a volley. Then the sibilant voice of the wind alone broke the stillness.

And after a swimming interval they heard him moving. "Cuckoo!" he called; a level flame stabbed the dark; something fell, thudding through the staccato uproar of the explosion. At the same moment the outer door opened on the crack and Carfax’s orderly peeped in. Carfax struck a match with shaky fingers; the candle guttered, sank, flared on Flint, who was laughing without a sound.

The mesa, no longer showing itself an and waste of heat and untracked wilderness, lay soft under a thin veil of many ethereal tints. Away off to the northeast they heard the thin, vague clamor of a band of sheep and the staccato barking of a dog. Luck rode for some distance, his uneasiness growing as the shadows deepened with the setting of the sun.

He emitted one short, little staccato laugh and stopped suddenly, as if he were waiting to see if Jerry liked the sound before continuing with it. Jerry did like it and laughed out loud himself. The clown's face was all changed at that laugh of Jerry's and became so comically still and sorrowful that Jerry laughed harder.