"Toneless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... entered the organization, he used then to call himself half-boastingly, half-pityingly, "Vaska Kashirin,"—and now for some reason or other he suddenly felt like calling himself by the same name again. But the words had a dead and toneless sound. "The ...
— The Seven who were Hanged • Leonid Andreyev
... in the hall. "Tell the others," he said in a cold, toneless voice, "that Mr. Ninian ... has been killed ...
— Changing Winds - A Novel • St. John G. Ervine
... came in the far-off voice that told of his unconsciousness, a mere toneless monosyllable breathed upon the murky air. But it stabbed her like the thrust of a jagged knife. A long silence followed, and Unorna leaned against the great slab ...
— The Witch of Prague • F. Marion Crawford
... in Reinfeld and my heart full to overflowing of care. I am submissive in all that may happen, but I cannot say that I should be submissive with gladness. The chords of my soul become relaxed and toneless when I think of all possibilities. I am not, indeed, of that self-afflicting sort that carefully and artfully destroys its own hope and constructs fear, and I do not believe that it is God's will to separate us now—for every reason ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. X. • Kuno Francke
... desired information in a tired, toneless voice, and we departed. Little did Gatton realize that his words were barbed, when, as we descended ...
— The Green Eyes of Bast • Sax Rohmer
... singularly intensified the general uncouthness of his appearance. "Are you very tired?" asked his wife, gently, when he had dismounted close to the tent. The question would have been an unnecessary one had it been put to her instead of to her husband, for her voice had that peculiar flat toneless sound for ...
— Stories by English Authors: Orient • Various
... once you could shut your eyes and see him over again. Yet about him there was nothing impressive, nothing in his port or his manner to catch and to hold a stranger's gaze. With him, physically, it was quite the other way about. He was a short spare man, very gentle in his movements, a toneless sort of man of a palish gray cast, who always wore sad-colored clothing. He would make you think of a man molded out of a fog; almost he was like a man made of smoke. His mode of living might testify that ...
— Sundry Accounts • Irvin S. Cobb |
