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He laughed. "Stop laughing!" screamed Arethusa, angrily. "I can't help it! You you look so perfectly funny!" Timothy's mirth pealed forth again.
As for Vivia, she burst into tears. "Oh, Ray!" sobbed she, "I wish I were a man!" "I don't!" said he. "Oh, it's rip-roarious! Come, let's follow our leader. We'll bring you back the cropple-crown, auntie." And so they departed, while, breaking into fresh carols, ringing and dulcet, as they went, Vivia's voice resounded till the woods pealed to the echo:
She did not pause to read over what she had written, but, fastening it in an envelope, pealed the bell, which brought Mary running blithely to her service. For once, however, the devoted slave ventured to raise a feeble objection. "Now, Miss Cornelia? I'm in the middle of my silver. It will go just as soon if it's posted by half-past three!"
The chimes of Venice were too far for sound, but from every campanile of this quaint city the vesper bells, solemn and sweet, pealed forth their call to prayer as if no threat of Rome's displeasure made a discord in their harmony.
Satan tripped and plunged down, throwing me as gracefully as an aerial tumbler wings his flight. I alighted in a bush, without feeling of scratch or pain. As Satan recovered and ran past, I did not seek to make him stop, but getting a good grip on the pommel, I vaulted up again. Once more he raced like a wild mustang. And from nearer and nearer in front pealed the alluring sounds of the chase.
And with an antique appropriateness to its functions the Flemish women, crones and maidens, all in their becoming cashmere hoods, and cloaks, and neat frills, still hurry on to the old Dom. Near me rose the antique beffroi, from whose jaws still kept booming the old bell, with a fine clang, the same that had often pealed out to rouse the burghers to discord and tumult.
The procession lingered on the summit. The thunder pealed, and they rose at the command, diffusing waves of light over the expanse of heaven. Then the thunder roared again; the cloudy temple was scattered on the winds; and darkness, the omen of her grave, settled upon Jerusalem. IV. The Hour of Doom I was roused by the voice of a man.
Through the back bow-window of the Phoenix, there pealed forth faint in the distance and rain a solemn royal ditty, piped by the tuneful Aldermen of Skinner's Alley, and neither unmusical nor somehow uncongenial with the darkness, and the melancholy object of the doctor's walk, the chant being rather monastic, wild, and dirge-like.
Half-dazed, she listened to that marvellous outpouring of gladness, so wildly rapturous, so weirdly holy. On, ever on, pealed the bird-voice; on to the very Gates of Heaven, and it seemed to the girl who listened as though she heard a child's spirit singing up the steeps of Paradise. With her heart she followed it till suddenly she heard no more.
Yes!" her voice choked, and then pealed out like that of a Sybilline prophetess, "If God struck you down to hell, I would be there!" And with a wild, sobbing cry she rushed away from him down the hill before he could move or utter a word. A red sky burned over Egypt, red with deep intensity of spreading fire.
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