And then it was discomforting to see Huck eying Joe's prepara- tions so wistfully, and keeping up such an ominous silence
Bradshaw waited, and as there was no reply there was a moment of silence
He himself was almost never bored, and there was no man with whom it would have been a greater mistake to suppose that silence
I was at that stage when all her words, all her gestures, all her silences
were a heavy trial to me, put a stress on my resolution, on that fidelity to myself and to her which lay like a leaden weight on my untried heart.
She seemed to bring a veritable shower of song into this home of long silences
Secondarily, he made close acquaintance with phenomena which he had before known but darkly--the seasons in their moods, morning and evening, night and noon, winds in their different tempers, trees, waters and mists, shades and silences
, and the voices of inanimate things.
If you knew the sect as I do you wouldn't go by mere superficial silences
He was short, round-shouldered, sunburnt, with a thick nose, small eyes and a sociable smile; but he seldom spoke, and when he did it was in such low tones that, despite the frequent silences
of expectation about the table, his remarks were lost to all but his neighbours.
He fell into one of his queer silences
, which seemed to Mary, in spite of all her precautions, to have reference to what she also could not prevent herself from thinking about--their feeling for each other and their relationship.
But, at any rate, both are associated with the fervors and languors of that first summer in Venice, so that I cannot now take up a book of Goldoni's without a renewed sense of that sunlight and moonlight, and of the sounds and silences
of a city that is at once the stillest and shrillest in the world.
It is a strange state of mind; it is like those silences
in worship which are not the empty moments of devotion, but the full moments, and which are so because at such times the soul, instead of being polarized, dispersed, localized, in a single impression or thought, feels her own totality and is conscious of herself.
So the chill hours wear on, and the long suspense is horribly trying to the paleface who has to live through it for the first time; but to the trained hand those ghastly calls and still ghastlier silences
are but an intimation of how the night is marching.