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The clear voices of Mrs Fyne and the girls were coming nearer, sounding affected in the peace of the passion-laden earth. He began storming at her hastily. "Nonsense! Nobody can ... Indeed! Pah! You'll have to be shown that somebody can. I can. Nobody..." He made a contemptuous hissing noise. "More likely you can't. They have done something to you. Something's crushed your pluck.
That shall be to-morrow Not to-night: I must bury sorrow Out of sight. Geoffrey heard them in his heart. Then they were gone, the vision of Beatrice was gone, and suddenly he awoke. Oh, what was this flood of inarticulate, passion-laden thought that beat upon his brain telling of Beatrice?
Fyne and the girls were coming nearer, sounding affected in the peace of the passion-laden earth. He began storming at her hastily. "Nonsense! Nobody can . . . Indeed! Pah! You'll have to be shown that somebody can. I can. Nobody . . . " He made a contemptuous hissing noise. "More likely you can't. They have done something to you. Something's crushed your pluck.
And not these alone, but many other words, less indebted to logic for the magnificence of reach that it can lend, bring before the mind no picture, but a dim emotional framework. Such words as "ominous," "fantastic," "attenuated," "bewildered," "justification," are atmospheric rather than pictorial; they infect the soul with the passion-laden air that rises from humanity.
But when she woke, and the lightning leapt suddenly from her eyes, and the passion-laden music of her speech chimed upon her lips, ah! then, who can tell how Cleopatra seemed? For in her met all the splendours that have been given to woman for her glory, and all the genius which man has won from heaven.
While she stood thus the dreaming Leo once more stretched out his arms and spoke, saying, in the same passion-laden voice "Come to me, my darling, my beautiful, my beautiful!" At those words, with a little muffled scream, like that of a scared night-bird, the figure turned and flitted through the doorway. When I was quite certain that she had gone, I gasped aloud.
"Surely you have been stirred by the wonders man has accomplished in music's realm?" Diotti ventured. "I never have been." She spoke sadly and reflectively. "But does not the passion-laden theme of a master, or the marvelous feeling of a player awaken your emotions?" persisted he. She stood leaning lightly against a pillar by the fountain.
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