His voice was controlled.
My voice is harsh and I cannot sing.
"Will it hurt?" asked the boy, in a voice that trembled a little.
The manly voice again interrupted the artillery officer.
His voice sounded terrible.
Her voice has an aspirate quality; there seems always to be too much breath for the amount of tone.
A sweet voice called from another room.
"So I see, my dear," answered another voice, soft and womanly.
"Here are strangers, mama!" cried the shrill and childish voice of some unseen person.
As he spoke the voice came so near to Zeb that he jumped back in alarm.
And the owner of the manly voice, evidently an infantry officer, laughed.
"Isn't it fine?" cried Dorothy, in a joyous voice, as she sprang out of the buggy and let Eureka run frolicking over the velvety grass.
"No, friend," said a pleasant and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, a familiar voice, "what I say is that if it were possible to know what is beyond death, none of us would be afraid of it.
That affair was the same thing as this soldier with the harsh voice, and it was that affair and this soldier that were so agonizingly, incessantly pulling and pressing his arm and always dragging it in one direction.
He recognized the agreeable, philosophizing voice with pleasure.
Her voice sounded so serious and so sad that the chirping of the birds was silenced at once.
The tongue is so serviceable a member (taking all sorts of shapes, just as is wanted),--the teeth, the lips, the roof of the mouth, all ready to help, and so heap up the sound of the voice into the solid bits which we call consonants, and make room for the curiously shaped breathings which we call vowels!
Suddenly, however, he was struck by a voice coming from the shed, and its tone was so sincere that he could not but listen.
Another, a younger voice, interrupted him: "Afraid or not, you can't escape it anyhow."
Oh, you clever people, said a third manly voice interrupting them both.
"Captain Tushin's, your excellency!" shouted the red-haired, freckled gunner in a merry voice, standing to attention.
For a moment he dozed, but in that short interval innumerable things appeared to him in a dream: his mother and her large white hand, Sonya's thin little shoulders, Natasha's eyes and laughter, Denisov with his voice and mustache, and Telyanin and all that affair with Telyanin and Bogdanich.
"Well, I will leave you in your little corner," came Anna Pavlovna's voice, "I see you are all right there."
"This happiness is not for you," some inner voice whispered to him.
It is all quite the same to me, answered a voice struggling with tears.
The prince will be out in a moment, came the maid's voice at the door.
The conversation was general and animated, thanks to Princess Lise's voice and little downy lip that lifted over her white teeth.
There was a rustling among the crowd and it again subsided, so that Pierre distinctly heard the pleasantly human voice of the Emperor saying with emotion:
"Alpatych!" a familiar voice suddenly hailed the old man.
Your excellency! answered Alpatych, immediately recognizing the voice of his young prince.
"I did not know," Felipa said in a voice that sounded stricken.
His voice was warm and gentle.
"I'm so sorry," she managed in a trembling voice, "I didn't think there was anyone on the road.
Even the sailor on the Atlantic and Pacific is awakened by his voice; but its shrill sound never roused me from my slumbers.
A voice said to him--Why do you stay here and live this mean moiling life, when a glorious existence is possible for you?
"Lift it two lines more and it will be just right," cried he in a feeble voice to which he tried to impart a dashing note, ill-suited to his weak figure.
Would this disorderly crowd of soldiers attend to the voice of their commander, or would they, disregarding him, continue their flight?
"Now then, Matvevna, dear old lady, don't let me down!" he was saying as he moved from the gun, when a strange, unfamiliar voice called above his head: "Captain Tushin!
Suddenly he heard a familiar voice repeating something to him a second time.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
He was answered by a voice which informed him of the resolution just arrived at.
"You are a colonel?" shouted the chief of staff with a German accent, in a voice familiar to Prince Andrew.
He sees well enough, said Prince Vasili rapidly, in a deep voice and with a slight cough--the voice and cough with which he was wont to dispose of all difficulties.
When she had left the room the prince again began speaking about his son, about the war, and about the Emperor, angrily twitching his brows and raising his hoarse voice, and then he had a second and final stroke.
Someone spoke her name in a soft and tender voice from the garden and kissed her head.
A few minutes later his deep voice drifted back down the hall as he discussed something with her.
"So, shut the door," he said, his voice strained, and drew her into his arms, seeking her lips again in a hungry way.
"I'm OK," she said in a voice saturated with tears.
"Yes, Alex," she said, keeping her voice even.
Alex didn't answer and it went to his voice mail, so she left a message.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
Finally he spoke, his voice controlled.
His voice sounded terrible.
She could almost hear his voice calling "Litha."
Her voice sounded cold and distant.
A deep masculine voice commanded so gruffly that she jumped.
His eyes clouded with belated concern and his voice lost its edge.
His voice was gruff, and his brows were drawn together in a frown... and yet the blue eyes twinkled with humor.
Her voice was unsteady.
Sarah's gentle voice was so much like the mother she lost.
The hostility in his voice and expression was unnerving.
His voice had an annoyed edge.
His voice sounded alarmed.
His voice had that crisp edge to it again.
She heard her voice speaking impulsively.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
"That's all right," returned the man's voice, more pleasantly than before.
"Oh, there is no need of that," said the voice, which from its gentle tones seemed to belong to a young girl.
"I refuse to be free," cried the kitten, in a sharp voice, "unless the Wizard can do his trick with eight piglets.
Yet there was something in his manner and voice that caused everybody to admire him.
"That is my brother Edward's voice," said the king.
Then he heard the voice again.
The next minute they heard his voice at the door: Be quick, boys, and stir the fire.
By taking this "Absolutely no GMOs" stance they completely remove themselves from the debate and as such have no voice in the discussion about what direction to take GM: what are safe testing practices, what factors will we optimize for, and the whole host of questions that face us on this, the eve of a momentous leap forward.
In the fall Helen and Miss Sullivan entered the Wright-Humason School in New York, which makes a special of lip-reading and voice-culture.
When she was at the Wright-Humason School in New York, Dr. Humason tried to improve her voice, not only her word pronunciation, but the voice itself, and gave her lessons in tone and vocal exercises.
From what southern plains comes up the voice of wailing?
Late in the afternoon, as he was resting in the thick woods south of Walden, he heard the voice of the hounds far over toward Fair Haven still pursuing the fox; and on they came, their hounding cry which made all the woods ring sounding nearer and nearer, now from Well Meadow, now from the Baker Farm.
"You know," said the princess in the same tone of voice and still in French, turning to a general, "my husband is deserting me?
May I? he added in a low voice so as not to disturb the vicomte who was continuing his story.
"I am expecting you, Pierre," said the same voice, but gently and affectionately.
"Lise!" said Prince Andrew dryly, raising his voice to the pitch which indicates that patience is exhausted.
I have heard that it harms the voice to train it at that age.
"Marya Dmitrievna?" came her voice from there.
"Herself," came the answer in a rough voice, and Marya Dmitrievna entered the room.
Marya Dmitrievna's deep voice suddenly inquired from the other end of the table.
You may die in your bed or God may spare you in a battle, replied Marya Dmitrievna's deep voice, which easily carried the whole length of the table.
"Mamma!" rang out the clear contralto notes of her childish voice, audible the whole length of the table.
"Yes," replied a footman in a bold loud voice, as if anything were now permissible; "the door to the left, ma'am."
To him, in a particularly respectful and tenderly sad voice, she said:
The old man began to sing, in the cracked voice of old age: Malbrook s'en va-t-en guerre.
When he reached his sister's room his wife was already awake and her merry voice, hurrying one word after another, came through the open door.
"Remember this, Prince Andrew, if they kill you it will hurt me, your old father..." he paused unexpectedly, and then in a querulous voice suddenly shrieked: "but if I hear that you have not behaved like a son of Nicholas Bolkonski, I shall be ashamed!"
Go! he suddenly shouted in a loud, angry voice, opening his door.
Your leg? shouted the commander with a tone of suffering in his voice, while there were still five men between him and Dolokhov with his bluish-gray uniform.
"Att-ention!" shouted the regimental commander in a soul-shaking voice which expressed joy for himself, severity for the regiment, and welcome for the approaching chief.
Then amidst a dead silence the feeble voice of the commander-in-chief was heard.
They plucked me last night, came Denisov's voice from the next room.
"I know who has taken it," repeated Rostov in an unsteady voice, and went to the door.
"Attack indeed!" said the colonel in a bored voice, puckering up his face as if driving off a troublesome fly.
"At boss zides, Captain," he heard the voice of the colonel, who, having ridden ahead, had pulled up his horse near the bridge, with a triumphant, cheerful face.
"This is a mob of scoundrels and not an army," he was thinking as he went up to the window of the first house, when a familiar voice called him by name.
Prince Andrew broke the silence with his abrupt voice, you were pleased to send me to Captain Tushin's battery.
At first he heard the sound of indifferent voices, then Anna Mikhaylovna's voice alone in a long speech, then a cry, then silence, then both voices together with glad intonations, and then footsteps.
The German landlady, hearing Rostov's loud voice, popped her head in at the door.
Amid these sounds, only the youthful kindly voice of the Emperor Alexander was clearly heard.
To Rostov every word sounded like a voice from heaven.
Prince Andrew, however, did not answer that voice and went on dreaming of his triumphs.
The voices were those of the orderlies who were packing up; one voice, probably a coachman's, was teasing Kutuzov's old cook whom Prince Andrew knew, and who was called Tit.
"Oh, go to the devil!" called out a voice, drowned by the laughter of the orderlies and servants.
Some more! a merry voice was saying in his soul.
But at that very instant a cloud of smoke spread all round, firing was heard quite close at hand, and a voice of naive terror barely two steps from Prince Andrew shouted, Brothers!
"Forward, lads!" he shouted in a voice piercing as a child's.
Passing behind one of the lines of a regiment of Foot Guards he heard a voice calling him by name.
Natasha's voice was again heard at the door.
Bagration also rose and shouted "Hurrah!" in exactly the same voice in which he had shouted it on the field at Schon Grabern.
Young Rostov's ecstatic voice could be heard above the three hundred others.
Helene raised her voice and became more and more excited, "A man who's a better man than you in every way..."
He flung down the slab, broke it, and swooping down on her with outstretched hands shouted, "Get out!" in such a terrible voice that the whole house heard it with horror.
"Ah, Princess Mary!" he said suddenly in an unnatural voice, throwing down his chisel.
Still lower, beyond the turn of the staircase, one could hear the footstep of someone in thick felt boots, and a voice that seemed familiar to Princess Mary was saying something.
"Gone to bed," replied the voice of Demyan the house steward, who was downstairs.
Then the voice said something more, Demyan replied, and the steps in the felt boots approached the unseen bend of the staircase more rapidly.
You can't! said a terrified voice from within.
Denisov, with sparkling eyes and ruffled hair, sat at the clavichord striking chords with his short fingers, his legs thrown back and his eyes rolling as he sang, with his small, husky, but true voice, some verses called "Enchantress," which he had composed, and to which he was trying to fit music:
"Vasili Dmitrich, I thank you for the honor," she said, with an embarrassed voice, though it sounded severe to Denisov--"but my daughter is so young, and I thought that, as my son's friend, you would have addressed yourself first to me.
"Countess, I have done w'ong," Denisov went on in an unsteady voice, "but believe me, I so adore your daughter and all your family that I would give my life twice over..."
A bass voice (Pierre was still blindfolded) questioned him as to who he was, when and where he was born, and so on.
"Go!" the quivering voice repeated.
Suddenly he heard Denisov shouting in a vibrating voice behind the hut, evidently much excited.
Then Denisov's voice was heard shouting farther and farther away.
How are you, how are you? he called out, still in the same voice as in the regiment, but Rostov noticed sadly that under this habitual ease and animation some new, sinister, hidden feeling showed itself in the expression of Denisov's face and the intonations of his voice.
"Me petition the Empewo'!" exclaimed Denisov, in a voice to which he tried hard to give the old energy and fire, but which sounded like an expression of irritable impotence.
Boris, hearing a strange voice in the anteroom, came out to meet him.
At that moment Zhilinski's voice was heard calling Boris.
On hearing this indifferent voice, Rostov grew frightened at what he was doing; the thought of meeting the Emperor at any moment was so fascinating and consequently so alarming that he was ready to run away, but the official who had questioned him opened the door, and Rostov entered.
Rostov, in dismay, began justifying himself, but seeing the kindly, jocular face of the general, he took him aside and in an excited voice told him the whole affair, asking him to intercede for Denisov, whom the general knew.
Stopping beside his horse, with his hand on the saddle, the Emperor turned to the cavalry general and said in a loud voice, evidently wishing to be heard by all:
"Sire, I ask your permission to present the Legion of Honor to the bravest of your soldiers," said a sharp, precise voice, articulating every letter.
"Just once more," said a girlish voice above him which Prince Andrew recognized at once.
"You go to sleep, but I can't," said the first voice, coming nearer to the window.
He heard the sound of a scuffle and Sonya's disapproving voice: "It's past one o'clock."
Then suddenly the grating sound of a harsh voice was heard from the other side of the door, and the officer--with pale face and trembling lips--came out and passed through the waiting room, clutching his head.
After dinner I fell asleep and as I was drowsing off I clearly heard a voice saying in my left ear, "Thy day!"
"Little countess!" the count's voice called from behind the door.
"Say what you like," exclaimed Sonya, in a despairing voice as she looked at Natasha, "say what you like, it's still too long."
Speranski's high-pitched voice struck him unpleasantly, and the incessant laughter grated on him like a false note.
Everything was similar: the ladies' subtle talk, the cards, the general raising his voice at the card table, and the samovar and the tea cakes; only one thing was lacking that he had always seen at the evening parties he wished to imitate.
Her voice trembled, and she again nearly cried, but recovered and went on quietly:
Pretty, a good voice, young, and in nobody's way if only they leave her in peace.
She knew this for certain, though she hardly heard his voice through the closed doors.
The princess was about to reply, but her father would not let her speak and, raising his voice more and more, cried:
An inner voice tells us we are in the wrong if we are idle.
Petya was a big handsome boy of thirteen, merry, witty, and mischievous, with a voice that was already breaking.
The village elder, a peasant delegate, and the village clerk, who were waiting in the passage, heard with fear and delight first the young count's voice roaring and snapping and rising louder and louder, and then words of abuse, dreadful words, ejaculated one after the other.
The whippers-in no longer set on the hounds, but changed to the cry of ulyulyu, and above the others rose Daniel's voice, now a deep bass, now piercingly shrill.
His voice seemed to fill the whole wood and carried far beyond out into the open field.
After listening a few moments in silence, the count and his attendant convinced themselves that the hounds had separated into two packs: the sound of the larger pack, eagerly giving tongue, began to die away in the distance, the other pack rushed by the wood past the count, and it was with this that Daniel's voice was heard calling ulyulyu.
"Look out!" he shouted, in a voice plainly showing that he had long fretted to utter that word, and letting the borzois slip he galloped toward the count.
"Good-bye, dear niece," his voice called out of the darkness--not the voice Natasha had known previously, but the one that had sung As 'twas growing dark last night.
Her voice broke, tears gushed from her eyes, and she turned quickly to hide them and left the room.
"Mr. Dimmler, please play my favorite nocturne by Field," came the old countess' voice from the drawing room.
From the back porch came the sound of feet descending the steps, the bottom step upon which snow had fallen gave a ringing creak and he heard the voice of an old maidservant saying, Straight, straight, along the path, Miss.
Exploding at the word intriguer, Nicholas, raising his voice, told his mother he had never expected her to try to force him to sell his feelings, but if that were so, he would say for the last time....
At first she heard only Metivier's voice, then her father's, then both voices began speaking at the same time, the door was flung open, and on the threshold appeared the handsome figure of the terrified Metivier with his shock of black hair, and the prince in his dressing gown and fez, his face distorted with fury and the pupils of his eyes rolled downwards.
"Ah, how bitter it is to love someone near to you and to feel that..." she went on in a trembling voice, "that you can do nothing for him but grieve him, and to know that you cannot alter this.
Shinshin, lowering his voice, began to tell the count of some intrigue of Kuragin's in Moscow, and Natasha tried to overhear it just because he had said she was "charmante."
While conversing with Pierre, Natasha heard a man's voice in Countess Bezukhova's box and something told her it was Kuragin.
Do come!" and putting out his hand to her bouquet and dropping his voice, he added, "You will be the prettiest there.
In some places she raised her voice, in others she whispered, lifting her head triumphantly; sometimes she paused and uttered hoarse sounds, rolling her eyes.
Natasha cried angrily, in a voice of despair and repressed irritation.
He spoke slowly in a loud voice and throwing out his chest slightly swayed one leg.
Hey, Matrena, the sable! he shouted so that his voice rang far through the rooms.
On the Tverskoy Boulevard a familiar voice called to him.
The old prince's voice and another now and then interrupted him.
"Ah, he has passed judgment... passed judgement!" said the old man in a low voice and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, with some embarrassment, but then he suddenly jumped up and cried: "Be off, be off!
He passed into the next room, and the deep, querulous sounds of his voice were at once heard from there.
The gates of the sanctuary screen were closed, the curtain was slowly drawn, and from behind it a soft mysterious voice pronounced some words.
"Lord God of might, God of our salvation!" began the priest in that voice, clear, not grandiloquent but mild, in which only the Slav clergy read and which acts so irresistibly on a Russian heart.
He knew that she had not sung since her illness, and so the sound of her voice surprised and delighted him.
Petya pushed her hand away with his knee, seized a biscuit, and as if fearing to be too late, again shouted "Hurrah!" with a voice already hoarse.
"What marvels!" she exclaimed, but hearing her master's voice she turned back, pulling down her tucked-up skirt.
She sat by the window listening to his voice which reached her from the garden.
"We are all very thankful for your bounty, but it won't do for us to take the landlord's grain," said a voice at the back of the crowd.
But her voice was drowned by the voices of the crowd.
In a suffering and weary voice he was saying something to Tikhon, speaking of the Crimea and its warm nights and of the Empress.
When she began to tell him that all this had happened the day after her father's funeral, her voice trembled.
Traitors! cried Rostov unmeaningly in a voice not his own, gripping Karp by the collar.
"Would not your Serene Highness like to come inside?" said the general on duty in a discontented voice, "the plans must be examined and several papers have to be signed."
While this was being given, Prince Andrew heard the whisper of a woman's voice and the rustle of a silk dress behind the door.
Kutuzov suddenly cried in an agitated voice, evidently picturing vividly to himself from Prince Andrew's story the condition Russia was in.
And above all," thought Prince Andrew, "one believes in him because he's Russian, despite the novel by Genlis and the French proverbs, and because his voice shook when he said: 'What they have brought us to!' and had a sob in it when he said he would 'make them eat horseflesh!'"
He had not decided what it should mean when he heard the voice of the eldest princess at the door asking whether she might come in.
Just then Boris, with his courtierlike adroitness, stepped up to Pierre's side near Kutuzov and in a most natural manner, without raising his voice, said to Pierre, as though continuing an interrupted conversation:
"Devil take it!" said the voice of a man stumbling over something.
Fine teachers! and again his voice grew shrill.
Having dismounted he went up to the Emperor with rapid strides and in a loud voice began boldly demonstrating the necessity of sending reinforcements.
Eh, Prince! said the trembling voice of Timokhin, who had run up and was looking down on the stretcher.
He rode hurriedly from the battlefield and returned to the Shevardino knoll, where he sat on his campstool, his sallow face swollen and heavy, his eyes dim, his nose red, and his voice hoarse, involuntarily listening, with downcast eyes, to the sounds of firing.
"To endure war is the most difficult subordination of man's freedom to the law of God," the voice had said.
Your excellency! some voice was repeating.
It was the voice of the groom, trying to wake him.
"Well, never mind, some of the things can be unloaded," he added in a soft, confidential voice, as though afraid of being overheard.
At that moment the first smith got up and, scratching his bruised face to make it bleed, shouted in a tearful voice: Police!
"Haven't you robbed people enough--taking their last shirts?" said a voice addressing the publican.
When the crowd collected round him he seemed confused, but at the demand of the tall lad who had pushed his way up to him, he began in a rather tremulous voice to read the sheet from the beginning.
He alone of all the Russians has disgraced the Russian name, he has caused Moscow to perish, said Rostopchin in a sharp, even voice, but suddenly he glanced down at Vereshchagin who continued to stand in the same submissive attitude.
Hearing not so much the words as the angry tone of Rostopchin's voice, the crowd moaned and heaved forward, but again paused.
This way, please... said a trembling, frightened voice behind him.
Swaying from side to side on his long, thin legs in his fluttering dressing gown, this lunatic was running impetuously, his gaze fixed on Rostopchin, shouting something in a hoarse voice and making signs to him to stop.
Pull up, I tell you! he cried in a piercing voice, and again shouted something breathlessly with emphatic intonations and gestures.
Thrice will I overthrow it and thrice re-establish it! he cried, raising his voice higher and higher.
"Go fas... faster!" he cried in a trembling voice to his coachman.
His voice was calm and deliberate.
"Mother Moscow, the white..." his voice faltered, and he gave way to an old man's sob.
"Yes, really I did," Natasha replied in a voice that pleaded to be left in peace.
And suddenly the sequence of these thoughts broke off, and Prince Andrew heard (without knowing whether it was a delusion or reality) a soft whispering voice incessantly and rhythmically repeating "piti-piti- piti," and then "titi," and then again "piti-piti-piti," and "ti-ti" once more.
The soft whispering voice continued its rhythmic murmur, something oppressed him and stretched out, and the strange face was before him.
"Don't, Mary Nikolievna!" said her husband to her in a low voice, evidently only to justify himself before the stranger.
You damned rascal, where do you always hide it? said the voice of the man who was stretching himself, to the orderly.
"Yes, that was happiness," she then said in her quiet voice with its deep chest notes.
"Hey Heidi," his warm baritone voice called to her.
As she left the kitchen, his voice followed her.
His voice was husky.
Señor Medena asked, his voice crisp.
I can talk, Alex said, his voice still firm but gentle.
From behind them, Felipa's amused voice teased.
A soft southern voice drawled behind her.
He didn't sound like he had a cold.
His voice was soft.
Felipa's voice spoke beside her.
Finally he turned to her, his voice controlled.
When he answered, his voice was gravely.
When he gazed into her eyes, his voice was deep and warm.
A voice broke into their lovemaking.
Destiny's voice came reassuringly from the bathroom as she played.
He squeezed her hand and his voice sounded constricted.
"First of all," Carmen said, trying to keep her voice conversational.
Señor Medena's gaze was stern, but his voice was calm.
"I know," Alex said, his voice constricted.
When a female voice answered, he pressed the speaker button and the phone call became theirs.
"Dad," his voice was quiet... filled with emotion.
His voice was warm and confident.
His voice was terse.
His voice was sharp.
Her mouth felt dry and her voice was barely a whisper.
The voice was not hers.
"Tell me it's not true," she heard her emotionless voice saying to no one in particular.
Just then they heard the big voice of Jim the cab-horse calling to them, and going to the doorway leading to the dome they found the Princess and a throng of her people had entered the House of the Sorcerer.
"What do you want?" demanded a third voice, in a stern, gruff accent.
"For two reasons, my dear," the woman's voice answered.
"And mama can't tell whether my face is dirty or not!" added the other childish voice, gleefully.
About noon they stopped to allow Jim to rest in the shade of a pretty orchard.
The owner of the unseen voice laughed lightly and said:
"No they won't," said the voice of the kitten, and Eureka herself crawled over the edge of the platform and sat down quietly upon the floor.
There was a regretful accent in the creature's voice, and at the words all the other dragonettes sighed dismally.
Throwing my voice into any object I pleased, to make it appear that the object was speaking instead of me.
As she entered the great hall a voice called out, in a rather harsh tone:
"Yes, I am," she answered, looking all around to see where the voice came from.
It will passively recognize you by recognizing your face or your voice or your breathing pattern or the pattern of your footsteps or, most likely, your scent.
In this way she is able to get the meaning of those half sentences which we complete unconsciously from the tone of the voice or the twinkle of the eye.
Her voice is low and pleasant to listen to.
When she is telling a child's story, or one with pathos in it, her voice runs into pretty slurs from one tone to another.
Soon even my childish voice was stilled, because I had ceased to hear any sound.
It is new information and not merely a repetition of what was presented in the first chapter.
Another voice, from a man of medium height with clear blue eyes, particularly striking among all these drunken voices by its sober ring, cried from the window: "Come here; part the bets!"
"Marya Lvovna Karagina and her daughter!" announced the countess' gigantic footman in his bass voice, entering the drawing room.
Ask her in," she said to the footman in a sad voice, as if saying: "Very well, finish me off."
And what a voice she has; though she's my daughter, I tell the truth when I say she'll be a singer, a second Salomoni!
"Health and happiness to her whose name day we are keeping and to her children," she said, in her loud, full-toned voice which drowned all others.
What sweets are we going to have? and Natasha's voice sounded still more firm and resolute.
The chanting of the service ceased, and the voice of the priest was heard respectfully congratulating the dying man on having received the sacrament.
Though the latter held on tenaciously, her voice lost none of its honeyed firmness and softness.
"Ah, my friend!" said he, taking Pierre by the elbow; and there was in his voice a sincerity and weakness Pierre had never observed in it before.
I knew it, replied a piping voice, and Lieutenant Telyanin, a small officer of the same squadron, entered the room.
The staff captain's voice began to tremble.
No one shall hear a word from me," said Rostov in an imploring voice, "but I can't apologize, by God I can't, do what you will!
"Nesvitski, Nesvitski! you numskull!" came a hoarse voice from behind him.
With his shaggy head thrown back like birds when they drink, pressing his spurs mercilessly into the sides of his good horse, Bedouin, and sitting as though falling backwards in the saddle, he galloped to the other flank of the squadron and shouted in a hoarse voice to the men to look to their pistols.
Through the door came the sounds of Kutuzov's voice, excited and dissatisfied, interrupted by another, an unfamiliar voice.
Amid the smoke, deafened by the incessant reports which always made him jump, Tushin not taking his pipe from his mouth ran from gun to gun, now aiming, now counting the charges, now giving orders about replacing dead or wounded horses and harnessing fresh ones, and shouting in his feeble voice, so high pitched and irresolute.
"I should be glad enough to fall asleep, so it's not my fault!" and her voice quivered like that of a child about to cry.
One voice was heard shouting: "Eyes front!"
"The reserves, sire!" replied a voice, a very human one compared to that which had said: "The Pavlograd hussars?"
At this moment, Petya, to whom nobody was paying any attention, came up to his father with a very flushed face and said in his breaking voice that was now deep and now shrill:
"Let that woman alone!" exclaimed Pierre hoarsely in a furious voice, seizing the soldier by his round shoulders and throwing him aside.
"You have met him, Aunt?" said she in a calm voice, unable herself to understand that she could be outwardly so calm and natural.
As soon as she heard his voice a vivid glow kindled in her face, lighting up both her sorrow and her joy.
She spoke in a soft, tremulous voice, and in the weary eyes that looked over her spectacles Sonya read all that the countess meant to convey with these words.
With an unexpected reverberation in his voice Pierre rapidly began:
And there was so much kindliness and simplicity in his singsong voice that Pierre tried to reply, but his jaw trembled and he felt tears rising to his eyes.
Pierre heard the same kind voice saying at the other end of the shed.
His face, despite its fine, rounded wrinkles, had an expression of innocence and youth, his voice was pleasant and musical.
"Then he is alive," thought Princess Mary, and asked in a low voice: "How is he?"
Princess Mary suddenly said in a trembling voice, would you like to see little Nicholas?
Scoundrels! yelled Kutuzov in a hoarse voice, waving his arms and reeling.
In the corporal's changed face, in the sound of his voice, in the stirring and deafening noise of the drums, he recognized that mysterious, callous force which compelled people against their will to kill their fellow men--that force the effect of which he had witnessed during the executions.
Napoleon is at Forminsk, said Bolkhovitinov, unable to see in the dark who was speaking but guessing by the voice that it was not Konovnitsyn.
"Bwing the prisoner here," said Denisov in a low voice, not taking his eyes off the French.
"If you were counting on the evening soup, you have come too late," said a voice from behind the fire with a repressed laugh.
There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up--head and all--with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew.
When Pierre reached the fire and heard Platon's voice enfeebled by illness, and saw his pathetic face brightly lit up by the blaze, he felt a painful prick at his heart.
"Do you understand, damn you?" shouted a voice, and Pierre woke up.
She saw his face, heard his voice, repeated his words and her own, and sometimes devised other words they might have spoken.
"You see, brothers..." said he when the shouts had ceased... and all at once his voice and the expression of his face changed.
All stood silent, and a soft, pleasant velvety voice began to sing.
"What are you up to?" suddenly came the authoritative voice of a sergeant major who came upon the men who were hauling their burden.
"Don't you like it?" said a laughing voice, and moderating their tones the men moved forward.
"Well, you know," said the sharp-nosed man they called Jackdaw in a squeaky and unsteady voice, raising himself at the other side of the fire, "a plump man gets thin, but for a thin one it's death.
He was evidently tipsy, and was singing a French song in a hoarse broken voice, with an arm thrown round the nearest soldier.
When Kutuzov came out of the study and with lowered head was crossing the ballroom with his heavy waddling gait, he was arrested by someone's voice saying:
Dessalles' voice was heard outside the door asking whether little Nicholas might come in to say good night.
And Pierre, his voice trembling continually, went on to tell of the last days of their retreat, of Karataev's illness and his death.
Everything: her face, walk, look, and voice, was suddenly altered.
"I had come so near to you... and to all your family that I thought you would not consider my sympathy misplaced, but I was mistaken," and suddenly her voice trembled.
That's why! a voice whispered in Princess Mary's soul.
Never, he repeated in a trembling voice like a boy asking for forgiveness.
Then through the door she heard Nicholas clearing his throat again and stirring, and his voice said crossly:
"Come, Anna Makarovna," Pierre's voice was heard saying, "come here into the middle of the room and at the word of command, 'One, two,' and when I say 'three'... You stand here, and you in my arms--well now!
"Are you ill?" he heard Dessalles' voice asking.
Jonathan's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Destiny's voice sang from the other room.
The sincerity in his voice brought tears to her eyes.
The voice on the other end was hopeful.
Her voice was soft and full of music.
It couldn't be real, and yet... she remembered the train whistle and the ghostly voice of Nick.
"See here," said the Dean in a stern voice, "that is not the way to deliver a message here.
His voice was clear and strong, and all knew that he, at least, was not afraid.
I do not know any song; and my voice is harsh and unpleasant.
I thought her beauty angellic, and oh, what a clear, beautiful voice she had!
"Company commanders!" he shouted in a voice accustomed to command.
The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
Weyrother, with the gesture of a man too busy to lose a moment, glanced at Kutuzov and, having convinced himself that he was asleep, took up a paper and in a loud, monotonous voice began to read out the dispositions for the impending battle, under a heading which he also read out:
Something about his voice quickened her pulse.
At the sound of Weyrother's voice, he opened his one eye with an effort.