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Even as he spoke the three cloaked Foanna emerged, pacing down to mid-ship where Torgul and his lieutenants, Ross and Ashe came to meet them. "We have thought on this." The lilting half chant which the Foanna used for ordinary communication was a song in the dawn wind.
The bugles blew, the troops rapidly fell into line and marched northward along the turnpike, the Creole band began to play again one of those lilting waltz tunes, and the speed of the men increased, their feet rising and falling swiftly to the rhythm of the galloping air. Jackson, who was near the head of the column, looked back and Harry saw a faint smile pass over his grim face.
A tantalizing thing to meet a disembodied voice like that, a low laugh, a mystery! The lady might have a face like a dried prune! Take that "hello-girl," for instance; she had had the softest lilting voice over the wire, then when he got a look at her she hadn't been a day under forty-five and her face ! Certainly it hadn't been the fairest that e'er the sun shone on!
By chance, the record left on the machine had been that of the latest tango, and as she listened to the pulsing, languorous strains, Willa commenced half-unconsciously to sway in rhythm with its lilting harmony. The next minute she was dancing, but not in the dull, mincing fashion in which she had so recently been coached.
"The Alice brig sailed out of the Pool For the other side of the world, O, An' our ole man brought 'is gal from school, With 'er 'air so brown an' curled, O. Sing hum Sing hum Of death no man's a dodger, An' we squared our rig for a yardarm jig When we sighted the Jolly Roger." He grew quite uproarious because the lilting tune evoked neither applause nor vocal efforts from the others.
As they tramped down the tree-bordered, cobble-paved high road, we heard, for the first time in Belgium, the lilting refrain of that music-hall ballad which had become the English soldiers' marching song: It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go; It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Good-bye, Piccadilly! Farewell, Leicester Square!
When summoned by the host's whistle, he came to the door lilting a planxty merrily, but when he re-entered the stable, the melody ceased, and his countenance became serious. "I hid behind the straw, yonder, Colonel, and overheard every syllable that passed, and under the canopy bigger villains are not than the two who are together now.
They all had names of strange beauty and splendour Guinevere Elaine Vivien names which softly rustled in syllables of silken brocade. The other book was no less satisfying. It was a book of poems wonderful poems, by a man named Swinburne lilting, haunting things of beauty which washed through her soul like the waves of a sun-bejewelled sea.
"It was 'The Rover' and 'The Man with the Coat of Green," said Gilian in an eager recollection. "Man! did I not ken it?" cried the Cornal. "Oh! I kent it fine. 'The Rover' was her mother's trump card. I never gave a curse for a tune, but she had a way of lilting that one that was wonderful." "She had, that," said the General, and he sighed.
When, finally, they stepped into the dim, cool wood, melodious with the gurgle and splash of hurrying water and the lilting of unseen birds, nobody remembered the hot, weary way she had come. Miss Sterling, stretched upon a bed of vines and moss, announced that she was in "heaven." Little Mrs. Adlerfeld looked across in answering sympathy.
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