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Updated: May 9, 2025
For the first time he had felt a call from without for the best that was in him, just a glance of appreciation from the clear-searching eyes, a word of thanks from the clear-ringing voice, just a slight wreathing of the lips in the wonderful smile, and he walked with the gods for hours to come.
To Sitka Charley, who took her once past the Hills of Silence, belongs the glory of having memorialized her clear-searching eyes, her clear-ringing voice, and her utter downright frankness. Her lips had a way of stiffening to command, and she was used to coming straight to the point.
He projected through printed words the clean-cut image and clear-ringing echo of himself. He was a born writer, achieving perfection through pains which must have been infinite for that we see at first sight no trace of them at all. Like himself, necessarily, his style was cosmopolitan and eccentric.
The head was long; high over the vertex; in the brow, of fair breadth, but not high for such a man. In the voice, which was of good tenor sort, rapid and strikingly distinct, powerful too, and except in some of the higher notes harmonious, there was a clear-ringing metallic tone, which I often thought was wonderfully physiognomic.
Instead of praise, however, they were given the word of command and crouched beside him, licking their jaws and expectant, seemingly, of a further order to pounce upon the intruders. "Who loosed the dogs?" demanded the gentleman, in a clear-ringing, indignant tone.
Had there been a softness and appeal to mercy in the eyes, a tremble to the voice, a taking advantage of sex, he would have stiffened to steel; instead her clear-searching eyes and clear-ringing voice, her utter frankness and tacit assumption of equality, had robbed him of his reason.
This was the unexpected apparition that shocked the gentlemen of the Tobacco Club, and forced them hastily from their seats! The king sat speechless and amazed in his chair, while the youth stood close behind him. "Allow me to wish your majesty good-evening," said the prince, with his full, clear-ringing voice. The king was greatly agitated, and the blood rushed to his face.
She was terribly ashamed, for some reason, because she knew the words of that song. "A cowpuncher actually whistling at me!" she muttered, "I've never known a red-headed man who wasn't insolent!" The whistling died out, a clear-ringing baritone began a new air: "Oh, father, father William, I've seen your daughter dear. Will you trade her for the brindled cow and the yellow steer?
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