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At night I would smuggle him into my bed place, and we would whisper together, with the regular footfalls of the officer of the watch passing and repassing over our heads.
And in the same whisper, as if we two whenever we talked had to say things to each other which were not fit for the world to hear, he added, "It's very wonderful.
Anna Mikhaylovna looked attentively at the sick man's eyes, trying to guess what he wanted; she pointed first to Pierre, then to some drink, then named Prince Vasili in an inquiring whisper, then pointed to the quilt.
Around him everyone began to stir: steps were audible and whispers, among which Anna Mikhaylovna's was the most distinct.
Thus addressing one another in whispers, the three stepdaughters of Lady Winwood stood bewildered in their own drawing-room, helplessly confronting an object which appeared before them on the threshold of the door.
I lay motionless, and, after what seemed a long time of waiting, a little far-away voice said in a cautious whisper, "Irene
At the other door there was the sound of steps, and the nurse in a scared whisper said, "He's coming," and gave Anna her hat.
After delivering himself thus in a stern whisper, strained almost to extinction, he drove on, ruminating solemnly.
It's done in a minute,' said Sikes, in the same low whisper.
But the circumstance about him which impressed me most, was, that he had no voice, but spoke in a whisper.
A certain mysterious feeling, consequent on the darkness, the secrecy of the revel, and the whisper in which everything was said, steals over me again, and I listen to all they tell me with a vague feeling of solemnity and awe, which makes me glad that they are all so near, and frightens me (though I feign to laugh) when Traddles pretends to see a ghost in the corner.
Now, to me the elm-leaves whisper Mad, discordant melodies, And keen melodies like shadows Haunt the moaning willow trees, And the sycamores with laughter Mock me in the nightly breeze.