Neither song nor chirp was heard--silence seemed to have taken the place of the normal voices of bird life.
One and all, the faces of men and women seemed bereft of vitality, of interest, of thought, and, most of all, of hope.
I did not know what to do, for, as an English Churchman, I have been taught to regard such things as in some measure idolatrous, and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind.
But everyone seemed so kind-hearted, and so sorrowful, and so sympathetic that I could not but be touched.
And as soon as the tone of her voice had died out, and the surprise faded from his mind, he found himself believing that she had spoken the truth, for he had but little vanity, and soon her refusal seemed a natural thing to him.
The tramp of their boots upon the dry road seemed to asseverate nothing, nothing, nothing.
Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with ease, and come through, between, around, and about with unopposed skill.
When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who, seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued.
The duties of her married life, contemplated as so great beforehand, seemed to be shrinking with the furniture and the white vapor-walled landscape.
Her blooming full-pulsed youth stood there in a moral imprisonment which made itself one with the chill, colorless, narrowed landscape, with the shrunken furniture, the never-read books, and the ghostly stag in a pale fantastic world that seemed to be vanishing from the daylight.
The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me, and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky, leaping it every minute, and every minute marking a day.
The whole surface of the earth seemed changed--melting and flowing under my eyes.
His sardonic manner, his hostile aloofness, had made it difficult to know him; but it seemed to Philip, looking back, that there had been in him a tragic force, which sought vainly to express itself in painting.
Philip, silent still, returned to the photograph of Toledo, which seemed to him the most arresting picture of them all.
A little party seemed
to have invaded the winter garden--a little party of the principal guests.