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Updated: June 17, 2025
From the stables across the yard came the stamping of horses' hoofs; a turkey in the tree behind the barn quit-quitted warningly; and a long-drawn, high-pitched kwee-ee-ee-ee-ee of inquiry came from the wakeful Leghorn cock in the poultry-house. To all these unfamiliar sounds the porcupine turned the deaf ear of self-contained indifference.
Yes, the star was coming coming fast. "Abdullah!" he called in his high-pitched voice. "Chud! Come, see the star!" Together they watched it sweep onward. "By Allah! That is no star!" suddenly cried Abdullah. "It is an air-flying fire chariot! I can see it with my eyes black, and spouting flames from behind." "Black," echoed Chud gutturally. "Black and round! Oh, Allah!"
This information seemed to arrest the movements of the Platypus; it had reached the water's edge, but it paused, and turned. "I tell you," it said in a high-pitched and irritable voice, "that all Humans are alike! They all come here to interview me for the same purpose, and I'm resolved it shall not happen again; I have been insulted enough by their ignorance."
After a while the subject of Mela's hoarse babble and of Christine's high-pitched, thin, sharp forays of assertion and denial in the field which her sister's voice seemed to cover, made its way into the old man's consciousness, and he perceived that they were talking with Mrs. Mandel about it, and that his wife was from time to time offering an irrelevant and mistaken comment.
Such things were always happening in the Family Herald. Raising her shrill, high-pitched voice, she exclaimed, "Miss Daisy, you're too young to know, or may be you furgets. But I think the gen'leman is near right.
Her plump face registered nothing but polite attention to what her companion was saying. She was marching her freshman along, however, at a fair rate of speed. Not so far to their rear the Sans had detrained. Their high-pitched talk and laughter could be heard the length of the platform, as they gathered up their luggage and prepared to march on Hamilton.
There was a wild garden in front of it, full of cabbage roses, lavender, myrtle, stocks and wallflowers. Over the arched door a four-season rose-tree clambered. The house, ancient and spacious, with its high-pitched roof of ruddy tiles, impressed Nerina with a sense of awe, almost of terror. She remained hesitating on the garden path, where white and red stocks were blossoming.
If you'll notice, you do hear a sort of humming. It's very high-pitched, though." Estelle listened, but could hear nothing. "No matter," said Arthur. "It's probably a little higher than your ears will catch. Lots of people can't hear a bat squeak." "I never could," said Estelle. "Out in the country, where I come from, other people could hear them, but I couldn't."
Next morning a boy in that dormitory confided to his bosom friend, a fag of Macrea's, that there was trouble in their midst which King would fain keep secret. But Macrea's boy had also a bosom friend in Prout's, a shock-headed fag of malignant disposition, who, when he had wormed out the secret, told told it in a high-pitched treble that rang along the corridor like a bat's squeak.
While they were disposing themselves in the two automobiles for the ride to Hamilton College, the sound of high-pitched voices announced the arrival on the scene of the Sans. Three of the juniors who had elected to meet them had driven their own cars to the station. Thus the illustrious Sans did not have to depend on the station's taxicabs.
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