Edwards: “is it a crime to drive a prying miscreant from his door?
The roar of it echoed
through the mountains, and the echoes seemed to cry savagely, "Where are they, where are they, where are they?
His mother laughed a laugh that seemed to ring through the city and be echoed
by countless other laughs.
back every word you said, even if you didn't talk a bit loud.
There came to me in this case a melody which the air had strained, and which had conversed with every leaf and needle of the wood, that portion of the sound which the elements had taken up and modulated and echoed
from vale to vale.