Nothing to echo off of, she supposed.
It seemed to come from behind them but it could have been anything—a dislodged rock, an echo of their own movements.
He listened, but heard only the echo of his call.
The only response was the echo of an unanswered ring.
His groan brought an echo from the depths of her soul and she pressed closer.
The echo of little voices inspired several snickers from around them.
The last words echo I Cor.
In some cases of echo, when the original sound is a compound musical note, the octave of the fundamental tone is reflected much more strongly than that tone itself.
Among other public places and buildings worthy of notice are the Roman Catholic church, with a splendid interior; the Kiinigs-platz, with a remarkable echo; the Karls-platz, with the statue of the landgrave Charles; and the Martins-platz, with a large church - St Martin's - with twin towers, containing the burial-vaults of the Hessian princes.
Associated with these irregular escarpments are occasional rectilinear ridges, the work of extensive erosion on monoclinal structures, of whick Echo Cliffs, east of the Painted Desert (so called from its manycoloured sandstones and clays), is a good example.
The Porch of Echo, also called the " Painted Porch," extended to a length of 100 yds.
A complete Digital Echo of your life.
Remember your Digital Echo file, that record of everything you do and say?
Then imagine if you shared your Digital Echo with a billion other people on the planet.
For instance: Imagine all people with skin cancer voluntarily shared their Digital Echo files on an anonymous basis.
As noted previously, in the future much of what you do will leave a Digital Echo, a record of its occurrence, down to the very minutia of your life.
When she came to retell the story in a fuller form, the echo was still in her mind of the phrases she had written nine years before.
The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it.
My dwelling was small, and I could hardly entertain an echo in it; but it seemed larger for being a single apartment and remote from neighbors.
With trembling hands Natasha held that passionate love letter which Dolokhov had composed for Anatole, and as she read it she found in it an echo of all that she herself imagined she was feeling.
A few instants after the echo of the reports resounding over the stone- built Kremlin had died away the French heard a strange sound above their head.