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Updated: May 27, 2025
They rode away down the forest aisles. The pack mule fell in behind them, ringing his tiny, sweet-toned bell, his long ears swinging at every step. Plant watched them out of sight. "Most unreasonable people in the world," he remarked to Bob and Oldham. "They never can be made to see sense.
"How do I look?" he queried, seeing the joyousness of her surprise. Then she laughed and that was new to him a sound low, unutterably rich and full, sweet-toned like a bell, and all resonant of youth. "Oh, you look like Durade when he was gambling away his soul ... You should see him!" "Well, how's that?" "So white so terrible so piercing!"
The smiting of the red bar with the hammer caused a shower of sparks to fly in every direction. It was fairly fascinating, and Joey stared with all his might. Even Hugh always enjoyed seeing a blacksmith at work, and hearing the sweet-toned ring of steel smiting steel. Now and again as he worked, Deacon Winslow would ask some question.
Joyously as she would spring forward to meet him, there was no tell-tale blush on her cheek, no self-betraying tremor in her clear, sweet-toned voice. No; there had not yet been a moment when he could say to himself, "She loves me." Often he said to himself, "She knows not yet what love is." In the intervals of time not passed in Lily's society, Kenelm would take long rambles with Mr.
Iskender turned his head and threw a careless glance in the direction indicated. "Thou hast not seen her properly. Wait a minute! . . . O Nesîbeh! O my pearl! Come hither! . . . Ah, the rogue has fled to hiding; she has slipped inside the church; and the rest, her playmates, are flying, each to her mother's side, as if my sweet-toned voice had been a lion's roar!
Rich temples are all around it, their eaves hung with sweet-toned bells, which tinkle with every breath of wind, giving forth what the Chinese poetically describe as "the tribute of praise from inanimate nature to the greatness of Buddha." In the early morning the traveller is awakened by the steam whistle of the arsenal, a strange sound to be heard in so far inland a city in China.
It was Sunday there, too, he remembered; and he could almost hear the sweet-toned bells solemnly chiming, and see the atmosphere of Sabbath peace brooding over field and village, and feel the serious gladness of the time. The folks were getting ready for church. There was his father, shaved and clean, in his black stock and somewhat threadbare, but still respectable, best coat.
Tears were stealing between the slender fingers, low, deep sobs shaking her slight frame, when a hand was gently laid upon her shoulder, and a sweet-toned voice asked in tender accents, "What is it, Evelyn, dear?" "O Aunt Elsie," cried the little girl, lifting a tear-stained face, "you will tell me the truth!
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