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Between Cassandra and the Chorus it is a duet of anguish and fear; in the broken lyric phrases a phantom music wails; till at last, at what seems the breaking-point, the tension is relaxed, and dropping into the calmer iambic recitative, Cassandra tells her message in plainer speech and clearly proclaims the murder of the King.

As the supports were chopped away the mass began to crush the last few wedges; there was a great snapping and rending of wood; and some one, strained to the breaking-point, shouted: "Look out! There she goes!" A cry of terror arose, the men fled, trampling one another in their panic. But Mellen charged them like a wild man, firing curses and orders at them until they rallied.

Narkom swung round, smarting under these continued taunts, these "flings" at the efficiency of his prided department, his nostrils dilated, his temper strained to the breaking-point. "Well, he won't keep it this time I promise you that!" he rapped out sharply. "Sooner or later every criminal, no matter how clever, meets his Waterloo and this shall be his!

In the Daleland that winter the endurance of many a shepherd and his dog was strained past breaking-point. From the frozen Black Water to the white-peaked Grammoch Pike two men only, each always with his shaggy adjutant, never owned defeat; never turned back; never failed in a thing attempted. In the following spring, Mr.

"I've got to fight this out alone, and the less I see of you the better." But his next words belied his intention. "And Wilson had better lookout. I'll be watching. If I see him playing any of his tricks around you well, he'd better look out!" That, as it turned out, was Joe's farewell. He had reached the breaking-point. He gave her a long look, blinked, and walked rapidly out to the Street.

He appreciated the fact that she had just received a buffeting from fate, that her confidence was shaken and her pride hurt to breaking-point, and the thought never entered his head that a woman so recently bruised by the hands of love or more truly, love's simulacrum could be tempted to risk her heart again so soon.

To talk to it, to listen to it, to love the human creature it belonged to. She envied her youth its capacity for day-dreaming, for imagining interminable communions. Brilliant hallucinations of a mental hunger. Better than nothing.... If this went on the breaking-point must come. Suddenly you would go smash. Smash. Your mind would die in a delirium of hunger.

Bad feeling had been manifested for years, and now relations were strained to the breaking-point. As Madeline rode along she made good use of her eyes. The soil was sandy and porous, and she understood why the rain and water from the few springs disappeared so quickly. At a little distance the grama-grass appeared thick, but near at hand it was seen to be sparse.

Leather trousers and leggings completed his costume. The collar of the jacket, turned up, met the helmet. Of his face, only the chin and lower part of the cheeks remained visible. The silence tautened, stretched to the breaking-point. All at once the master of Niss'rosh demanded, incisively: "Your name, sir?" "Captain Alfred Alden, of the R.A.F." "Royal Air Force man, eh?

The Missourian obeyed. Before writhing his long body forward against the bristly mass of wire he passed the instructions on to the man at his own left. But his nerves were at breaking-point. It had been bad enough to crawl through the blind fog, with the ghostly steps of his comrades pattering softly at either side of him.