...showed her pale features stained with blood ; with which her garments were also dyed. He attempted to speak, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth ; and to such a pitch was superstition carried at that age, that he verily believed the ghost of his...

...to this lonely man there seemed not a doubt that this was an apparition. He stood as if transfixed. He essayed to speak, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. He strove to move, to shake off, if he could, what perhaps was an incubus, a creation of a disordered...

...horror impossible to describe. At the same moment his features worked, his mouth opened as if in act to speak, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and nothing but an unintelligible sound issued from his throat. "Ah!" exclaimed Spalloni, with an accent...

..." Very," drily replied Mr. Didson. " I suppose you know where the fire began 1" Mr. Gervoise tried to speak, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. "No lives lost!" resumed Mr. Didson; "and though the fire broke out in so many places at once, we could...

...arising from love and jealousy. As the counsel spoke, Osmond more than once flushed crimson, and tried to speak, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he sank back pale and speechless. The judge then summed up calmly, dispassionately, and in a manner...

...Julia, " for pity's sake speak to me ! What is the matter?" For some moments Rupert Godwin straggled to speak ; but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. At last, with a terrible effort he spoke; but even then the words had a strange, confused sound, like...

...persistent hope he could not combat, he wanted to hear the truth, the hard truth in words, and he tried to speak, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and the words would not come. " She is dead ! " twice he tried to say the words, then he whispered...

...Julia, " for pity's sake speak to me ! What is the matter ?" For some moments Rupert Godwin struggled to speak ; but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. At last, with a terrible effort he spoke; but even then the words had a strange, confused sound, like...

...Astounded by his extraordinary behaviour, I went up to him and asked him what was the matter. He tried to speak, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and after gasping out some utterly inaudible sentences, he pointed to the trees, and clasped his hands...

...it said, in solemn accents, and at each repetition of his name Peter's very bowels quaked. He tried to speak, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. " Speak not, but listen to nie," said the figure. " Hast thy fiddle ?" Peter nodded. "Tis well. Keep...