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For the first time in her life she felt alone in the presence of the earth and sky, with no human presence interposing and making a law for her. Suddenly a voice close to her said "You are Romola de' Bardi, the wife of Tito Melema." She knew the voice: it had vibrated through her more than once before; and because she knew it, she did not turn round or look up.
Since that period, although his spirit had always been manifesting itself in the capital like an actual presence; although he had been the magnet towards which the states throughout all their, oscillations had involuntarily vibrated, yet he had been ever invisible. He had been summoned by the Blood Council to stand his trial, and had been condemned to death by default.
He spoke: "Brothers! You have sworn to defend Russia, to defend Poland, by every means in your power! Do you swear it still?" The voices of the masked men vibrated as one: "We swear it!" "Brothers, are you prepared to risk all for our Cause?" "We are prepared."
Now that man's deafness was genuine, and I spoke in my ordinary tone, yet the magic word vibrated accurately and unmistakably on the paralysed tympanum. Let your so-called scientists account for that. "If you can spare it," replied the swagman, with animation.
Veronica, who had dropped the screen, met my glance toward her with one perfectly impassive. As they watched me, I saw myself as they did. A tall girl in gray, whose deep, controlled voice vibrated in their ears, like the far-off sounds we hear at night from woods or the sea, whose face was ineffaceably marked, whose air impressed with a sense of mystery.
Numbers of Oakdale people were hurrying down the road toward the field, and the crisp autumn air vibrated with the sounds of talk and laughter. In the distance could be heard the music of the town band, which always gave a concert before the Thanksgiving game. "And to think that little Anne has never in her life seen a football game!" exclaimed Jessica. Anne blushed.
The sight of him, the sound of his voice, stirred something within her that vibrated for hours, so that she could think of nothing else could not even give her attention to the little incidents of daily life. She pretended to herself that she sought retribution that she wished on principle to check a scoundrel in his successful career.
His study was a comfortable little den just off the library, and its four walls had witnessed the worst of his moods and the most roseate of his dreams. In it he had frequently sat up all night talking with his grandmother, and the atmosphere had vibrated with some hot disputes.
In it she had heard the call of a man's being, seeking hers, and by every hidden chord that had vibrated in answer she knew that he had not called in vain. That was the knowledge that pierced her the knowledge that she was caught against her will, still wildly struggling for freedom but caught. It had happened so suddenly, so amazingly. Yesterday she had been free only yesterday Or stay!
From the silence vibrated the answer in Thorpe's low, resonant tones: The honour of the spoken word still holds him . . . he was never released . . . he slunk away like a cur . . . in the sight of God he is bound to her by his own word still. Bound to her! In every fibre of his being he felt the bitter truth. He was bound to her had been bound for twenty-five years was bound now.
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