'Commend me, captain, to the stricken Miggs,' returned the torch- bearer in a
lower voice. 'My captain flies at higher game than Miggses.
Barnaby Rudge A Tale Of The Riots Of Eighty
"Monseigneur de Bragelonne colored, and replied, in a
lower voice,
The Man in the Iron Mask
She spoke in a
lower voice as if David must not hear.
The Little White Bird
He looked abstractedly from one to another, and said, in a
lower voice, after a pause:
Tale Of Two Cities
Gradgrind, in a still
lower voice, 'did you read to your father, Jupe?'
Hard Times
A liar too,' he added, in a
lower voice as he drew closer to me, 'who knows how dear she is to me, and seeks to wound me even there, because there is a stranger nearby.'
The Old Curiosity Shop
Horne Fisher answered, in a lower voice: "Yes; and I hope to be lucky enough to catch him before dinner.
"I'm rather afraid," said Fisher, in a lower voice, "that it's becoming more of a mania than a hobby.
The Man Who Knew Too Much
It is most undesirable--(especially when people swallow in lumps!)" she added in a
lower voice.
Original Peter Rabbit Books
Steady!' cried Eugene (he had recovered immediately on embarking), as they bumped heavily against a pile; and then in a
lower voice reversed his late apostrophe by remarking ('I wish the boat of my honourable and gallant friend may be endowed with philanthropy enough not to turn bottom-upward and extinguish us!) Steady, steady!
Our Mutual Friend
Crisparkle, for finding ourselves outside the walls of the Nuns' House, and that we who undertook the formation of the future wives and mothers of England (the last words in a
lower voice, as requiring to be communicated in confidence) were really bound
The Mystery of Edwin Drood
'Do you happen to know, Mrs Clennam,' Affery's liege lord then demanded in a much
lower voice, and with an amount of expression that seemed quite out of proportion to the simple purpose of his words, 'where she lives?'
Little Dorrit
Looking from one to another she saw that something had happened, and she asked, in a
lower voice: "What's the matter?"
Jungle
Threadgall dropped her head right into her tucker, and, in a
lower voice still, repeated the solemn words, "My beloved husband is no more."
The Moonstone
The concert had opened with mezzo-soprano Polly Leech as a soloist in another Elgar work, Sea Pictures, a piece originally written for soprano but given greater warmth and depth by its conversion to the
lower voice. And what gorgeously dark tones Leech can produce, the lyrics by various poets may be fairly trivial, but the sound was wonderful.
Festival's rousing conclusion