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Voice

The Market-Place

boldness and rotundity of speech
purport or its volume of tone
said
I’ll tell ye
People say,” said
added
talk of
cried
exclaimed
muttered
shrill-voiced
as if she must needs shriek out with the full power of her lungs
it sent forth a cry
The Recognition
poor babe uttered another cry of pain.
said
answered
questioner
You say truly
replied
tell me of
said
as you speak of
answered
responded
a voice behind her, until it had repeated her name more than once, in a loud and solemn tone, audible to the whole multitude.
said the voice
voice which had called
said
preaching of the word
I say
What say you to it
speaking in an authoritative voice
said
eloquence
as many people said
speech
bidding him speak,
Speak to
said
Exhort her
said
says
speak out
voice was tremulously sweet, rich, deep, and broken
rather than the direct purport of the words
listeners into one accord
speak out
cried
gifted with a voice
Speak out the name
replied
Speak
said another voice
Speak
answered
responding to this voice
discourse
voice of the preacher thundered remorselessly, but unavailingly,
pierced the air with its wailings and screams

The Interview

To say
conferred
child continued to moan
said
answered
cries
neither will she recognize my voice
responded
The moans of the little patient subsided
replied
As he spoke
said he
said
replied
I have said it
“Ask me not!” replied
sayest thou?” rejoined
said
thy words
call me
inquired
replied
by word
said
rejoined
said
inquired
answered

Hester at Her Needle

call
she said to herself
We may speak further of it hereafter
every word
as we have already said
address words of exhortation
find herself the text of the discourse
shrill cries, and the utterance of a word
babbled
,—had the wintry blast shrieked it aloud!
say to herself
rumor of all tongues
we must needs say
rumor

Pearl

WE have as yet hardly spoken of
called
she named
broken words
nonsense-words
her clear, bird-like voice mingling with the uproar of other childish voices, […] her own darling’s tones, amid all the entangled outcry of a group of sportive children!
If spoken to
shrill, incoherent exclamations
so much the sound of a witch’s anathemas in some unknown tongue.
reviled them with their tongues
baby-voice
to talk withal.
flinging groans and other melancholy utterances
cried out
made utterance for itself, betwixt speech and a groan
ejaculation
remains yet to be told
responding to it
—shall we say it?—
cried
answered
while she said it
asked
put the question
repeated
said
Tell me
“Tell me, mother!” said
“Do thou tell me!”
answered
she said it
cried
“Tell me! Tell me!” repeated
thou that must tell me
talk

The Governor’s Hall

was said to be
question publicly discussed
demanded
We have spoken of
spoke gravely one to another
She screamed and shouted, too, with a terrific volume of sound
said
gave a summons, which was answered
inquired
replied
answered
accustomed to speak of
cried she
said
to cry for
said
I hear voices
eldritch scream

The Elf-Child and the Minister

expatiating
speak
said
I profess
cried
answered
responded
added
held speech together
“Sayest thou so?” cried
said
much question
discussed
Speak thou
answered
replied
said
said
said he, with great solemnity
Canst thou tell me
talk
closed her lips, or impelled her to speak words amiss
finally announced
cried
she cannot tell
cried
said
repeated Hester Prynne, raising her voice almost to a shriek
—“Speak thou for me!” cried she
Speak for me!
says
voice sweet, tremulous, but powerful, insomuch that the hall reëchoed, and the hollow armour rang with it
says
interrupted
resumed
do we not thereby say
hath told us
“Well said, again!” cried
You speak
hath spoken,” added
“What say you
pleaded
answered
asked herself
I profess,” said he
remarked
said
said
answered
said

The Leech

babbling
rumor
Some declared
his voice, though still rich and sweet, had a certain melancholy prophecy of decay in it
could tell
He was heard to speak of
In answer to this query, a rumor
said
say so
voice more tremulous than before
to use their own phrase
promised to confer with
said
requested
replied
apt to speak
rejoined
said
various talk
held converse
this last shall unawares have spoken what he imagines himself only to have thought
uttered
here and there a word
as we have said
they discussed
talked much, on both sides
constantly within reach of his voice.
it must now be said
we speak

The Leech and His Patient

said he […] to himself
In other words
talked with
asked
answered
said
rejoined
replied
uttered words
as you speak of
asked
said
outpouring
observed
answered
said […] with somewhat more emphasis than usual
said the young clergyman indifferently, as waiving a discussion that he considered irrelevant or unseasonable
I would ask of
Before Roger Chillingworth could answer, they heard the clear, wild laughter
In reply to her mother’s command and entreaty
remarked
answered Mr. Dimmesdale, in a quiet way, as if he had been discussing the point within himself.
overheard their voices
answered
“You inquired of me, a little time agone,” said he
answered
Speak frankly
said
I know not what to say
“You speak in riddles, learned Sir,” said
to speak more plainly,” continued
needful plainness of my speech. Let me ask
“How can you question it?” asked
“You would tell me, then, that I know all?” said […] deliberately
if my speech give the shadow of offence
so to speak
“Then I need ask no further,” said
going on, in an unaltered tone, without heeding the interruption
cried
said Roger Chillingworth to himself

The Interior of a Heart

he could almost say
power of speech in foreign and unknown languages, but that of addressing the whole human brotherhood in the heart’s native language
familiar words
Their voices came down, afar and indistinctly, from the upper heights where they habitually dwelt.
whose voice the angels might else have listened to and answered!
gushes of sad, persuasive eloquence. Oftenest persuasive, but sometimes terrible!
mouth-piece of Heaven’s messages of wisdom, and rebuke, and love.
He longed to speak out, from his own pulpit, at the full height of his voice, and tell the people what he was.
Amen sounded faintly
until he should have spoken words like the above
he had actually spoken! Spoken! But how? He had told
plainer speech
self-condemning words
said they among themselves
spoken
grinned and mocked
unspeakable misery

The Minister’s Vigil

he shrieked aloud; an outcry that went pealing through the night, and was beaten back from one house to another, and reverberated from the hills in the background
sound, and were bandying it to and fro.
The shriek had perhaps sounded with a far greater power, to his own startled ears, than it actually possessed
cry
noise of witches; whose voices,
cry
Dimmesdale’s outcry, and interpreted it, with its multitudinous echoes and reverberations, as the clamor
to speak more accurately
speaking
Had Mr. Dimmesdale actually spoken? For one instant, he believed that these words had passed his lips. But they were uttered only within his imagination.
in a word
he recognized the tones of little Pearl
cried he, after a moment’s pause; then, suppressing his voice,
she replied, in a tone of surprise;
asked
answered
said
“What wouldst thou say, child?” asked
inquired
answered
said
asked
said
persisted
answer the child so
speaking
But what shall we say
“I tell thee
said little Pearl, “I can tell thee
said the minister, bending his ear close to her lips.
that sounded, indeed, like human language, but was only such gibberish as children may be heard
it was in a tongue unknown to the erudite clergyman
said
answered
said
asked
said
he preached a discourse which was held to be the richest and most powerful, and the most replete with heavenly influences, that had ever proceeded from his lips. Souls, it is said,
sermon, and vowed
said
answered the minister

Another View of Hester

or, we may rather say,
they would say
tell the very worst of itself
very men who spoke thus
It was reported, and believed by many, that an Indian had drawn his arrow against the badge, and that the missile struck it, but fell harmless to the ground.
ask
to speak more accurately
Hester could not but ask herself
when they had talked together

Hester and the Physician

until she should have talked awhile with
as if to say
“I would speak a word with you,” said she,—“a word that
that has a word for old Roger Chillingworth?” answered he
was discoursing of
question concerning you in the council. It was debated whether or no
calmly replied
should speak a different purport
rejoined he
In a word,
asked
answered
that I would speak
cried Roger Chillingworth eagerly, as if he loved the topic, and were glad of an opportunity to discuss it with the only person of whom he could make a confidant
So speak freely; and I will make answer.”
“When we last spake together,” said Hester
asked
said
asked
“I tell thee,
said
thou sayest truly!” cried
while uttering these words
said
answered
said
demanded
“I have already told thee
cried Hester
replied
answered
said
answered Hester, firmly
said
answered
I said, but now
replied
as thou tellest me of

Hester and Pearl

said Hester Prynne bitterly
repeated Hester, more bitterly
while her mother talked with
as already told
“I wonder if mother will ask me what it means!”
her mother’s voice
said
said
answered
asked
I have told all I know,” said Pearl, more seriously than she was wont to speak. “Ask yonder old man whom thou hast been talking with! It may be he can tell.
while she put these searching questions, once, and again, and still a third time.
Then she spoke aloud.
said
There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.
said
answered

A Forest Walk

sought an opportunity of addressing him
while they talked together
said
said
asked
answered
said
answered
said
replied
if you will tell me a story meanwhile.”
“A story, child!” said Hester. “And about what?”
“O, a story about the Black Man!” answered Pearl
“And who told you this story, Pearl?” asked
said
while she was talking of it. She said
asked
said
But, mother, tell me now!
if I once tell thee?” asked her mother.
“Yes, if thou tellest me all,” answered Pearl.
said
Thus conversing
with its never-ceasing loquacity
tales
kept up a babble, kind, quiet, soothing, but melancholy, like the voice of a young child that was spending its infancy without playfulness, and knew not how to be merry among sad acquaintance and events of sombre hue.
cried Pearl, after listening awhile to its talk.
it could not help talking about it, and seemed to have nothing else to say.
prattled
“What does this sad little brook say, mother?” inquired she.
brook might tell thee of it,” answered
“even as it is telling me of mine! But now, Pearl, I hear a footstep along the path, and the noise of one putting aside the branches. I would have thee betake thyself to play, and leave me to speak with him that comes yonder.”
asked
repeated
come at my first call.”
answered
said her mother, impatiently
said
cried
where thou canst hear the babble of the brook

The Pastor and His Parishioner

gather voice enough to attract his observation
she said, faintly at first; then louder, but hoarsely
Who speaks?” answered
direction of the voice
said
answered
Without a word more spoken,—neither he nor she assuming the guidance, but with an unexpressed consent
When they found voice to speak, it was, at first, only to utter remarks and inquiries such as any two acquaintance might have made
doors of intercourse
said
asked
answered
said
answered
listening to my words as if a tongue of Pentecost were speaking!
said Hester gently
replied
hesitated to speak. Yet, uttering his long-restrained emotions so vehemently as he did, his words here offered her the very point of circumstances in which to interpose what she came to say. She conquered her fears, and spoke.
said
Again she hesitated, but brought out the words with an effort.—
“Ha! What sayest thou?” cried
nay, why should we not speak it?
cried
what I would say?
told me
cried
she repeated, over and over again
replied the minister, at length, with a deep utterance out of an abyss of sadness, but no anger.
We said so to each other!
said
one solemn old tree groaned dolefully to another, as if telling the sad story of the pair that sat beneath
cried
replied
exclaimed
said Hester, slowly and firmly
replied
didst tell me
said
answered
rejoined
answered he. “Advise me
exclaimed
thou sayest
replied
answered the minister
replied
Preach!
cried
“thou tellest of
last expression of the despondency
He repeated the word.
answered
Then, all was spoken!

A Flood of Sunshine

who had spoken what he vaguely hinted at, but dared not speak.
holding a colloquy
be the stern and sad truth spoken
said
cried
answered
So speaking
said
asked
answered
I will call her! Pearl! Pearl!”
again called to Pearl
She heard her mother’s voice
talking with
uttered a sound as much of greeting as alarm
chattered either in anger or merriment
so he chattered at the child
it is said
she heard her mother’s voice

The Child at the Brook-Side

repeated
said
answered
said
as I already told thee
nor prattle
thou didst plead so bravely in her behalf and mine!” answered
said Hester encouragingly
exclaimed
cried
piercing shrieks, which the woods reverberated on all sides
answered
even before she had time to speak
said she, sadly
said
answered
observed Hester aside
“O, I have much to tell thee about her.
With these words
as Hester had spoken of
asked she, reproachfully, but with a subdued tone.
answered
said
asked
replied
answered
inquired
exclaimed her mother. “Come and ask his blessing!”
while they talked together

The Minister in a Maze

Not to speak of
had inquired of Hester
he had then said to himself
he was to preach the Election Sermon
“At least, they shall say of me,”
worse things to tell of him
from uttering
lest his tongue should wag itself, in utterance of
as a burial-ground is full of storied grave-stones.
be refreshed with a word of warm, fragrant, heaven-breathing Gospel truth from his beloved lips into her dulled, but rapturously attentive ear. But, on this occasion, up to the moment of putting his lips to the old woman’s ear, Mr. Dimmesdale, as the great enemy of souls would have it, could recall no text of Scripture, nor aught else, except a brief, pithy, and, as it then appeared to him, unanswerable argument against the immortality of the human soul.
There was, perhaps, a fortunate disorder in his utterance, which failed to impart any distinct idea to the good widow’s comprehension, or which Providence interpreted after a method of its own.
won by the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale’s own sermon
or—shall we not rather say?—
with but a word.
we blush to tell it
teach some very wicked words
had but just begun to talk.
cried the minister to himself
is said to have been
though little given to converse with clergymen—began a conversation.
observed
my good word
“I profess, madam,” answered
the purport of your words!
cackled
we must needs talk thus in the daytime! You carry it off like an old hand! But at midnight, and in the forest, we shall have other talk together!”
if men say true
Moses and the Prophets speaking to him, and God’s voice through all!
said
said
preach your Election Sermon?”
rejoined
it would appear natural that a part of it should be expressed
how long a time often passes before words embody things
in express words
said
replied
answered
said
rejoined

The New England Holiday

might say to them
cried
answered
said
said
asked
answered
said the child, as if speaking partly to herself
he calls us to him
he talks with thee
said
It was as Hester said
as we call it
as we should phrase it
relinquish his calling
in close and familiar talk with
Hester and the seaman to speak together
could not have held such intercourse
said
inquired
cried
for he tells me
you spoke of
replied

The Procession

Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale was to deliver an Election Sermon.
sound
what we call
from whose lips the religious discourse
they had mingled their sad and passionate talk with the melancholy murmur of the brook.
said
“We must not always talk
What would the minister have said
scowled on me, and bid me begone?”
“What should he say, Pearl,” answered
Well for thee, foolish child, that thou didst not speak to him!”
begin a conversation with
I must needs say
chewing a Hebrew text of Scripture in his mouth
Couldst thou surely tell
of what you speak,” answered
“It is not for me to talk lightly
minister of the Word
cried
Let me tell thee
eagerly asked
responded
They say, child
preliminary prayer had been offered in the meeting-house, and the accents of the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale
too much thronged
bring the whole sermon to her ears, in the shape of an indistinct, but varied, murmur and flow of the minister’s very peculiar voice.
This vocal organ was in itself a rich endowment; insomuch that a listener, comprehending nothing of the language in which the preacher spoke, might still have been swayed to and fro by the mere tone and cadence. Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever educated. Muffled as the sound was by its passage through the church-walls, Hester Prynne listened with such intentness, and sympathized so intimately, that the sermon had throughout a meaning for her, entirely apart from its indistinguishable words. These, perhaps, if more distinctly heard, might have been only a grosser medium, and have clogged the spiritual sense. Now she caught the low undertone, as of the wind sinking down to repose itself; then ascended with it, as it rose through progressive gradations of sweetness and power, until its volume seemed to envelop her with an atmosphere of awe and solemn grandeur. And yet, majestic as the voice sometimes became, there was for ever in it an essential character of plaintiveness. A loud or low expression of anguish,—the whisper, or the shriek, as it might be conceived, of suffering humanity, that touched a sensibility in every bosom! At times this deep strain of pathos was all that could be heard, and scarcely heard, sighing amid a desolate silence. But even when the minister’s voice grew high and commanding,—when it gushed irrepressibly upward,—when it assumed its utmost breadth and power, so overfilling the church as to burst its way through the solid walls, and diffuse itself in the open air,—still, if the auditor listened intently, and for the purpose, he could detect the same cry of pain. What was it? The complaint of a human heart, sorrow-laden, perchance guilty, telling its secret, whether of guilt or sorrow, to the great heart of mankind; beseeching its sympathy or forgiveness,—at every moment,—in each accent,—and never in vain! It was this profound and continual undertone that gave the clergyman his most appropriate power.
minister’s voice
as we might say
pronounce the child
who had spoken to Hester
said
answered
“Then tell her,” rejoined he, “that I spake again with
Wilt thou tell her this
“Mistress Hibbins says my father is the Prince of the Air!” cried
If thou callest me that ill name; I shall tell him of thee
communicated what the mariner had said
a hundred false or exaggerated rumors,
admirable preacher
The Revelation of the Scarlet Letter
THE ELOQUENT voice, on which the souls of the listening audience had been borne aloft, as on the swelling waves of the sea, at length came to a pause
what should follow the utterance of oracles
preacher had converted into words of flame
their rapture broke into speech. The street and the market-place absolutely babbled, from side to side, with applauses of the minister. His hearers could not rest until they had told one another of what each knew better than he could tell or hear. According to their united testimony, never had man spoken in so wise, so high, and so holy a spirit, as he that spake this day;
denounced
foretell
through the whole discourse, there had been a certain deep, sad undertone of pathos,
preacher
prevailing eloquence
Election Sermon
the clangor of the music, and the measured tramp of the military escort
greeted by a shout
irrepressible outburst of the enthusiasm kindled in the auditors by that high strain of eloquence
it pealed upward
highly wrought and symphonious feeling, to produce that more impressive sound than the organ-tones of the blast, or the thunder, or the roar of the sea; even that mighty swell of many voices, blended into one great voice by the universal impulse which makes likewise one vast heart out of the many. Never, from the soil of New England, had gone up such a shout!
preacher
The shout died into a murmur
or say, rather
until he should have delivered the sacred message
said
answered
cried he, with a piercing earnestness
said
answered
she hurriedly replied
said
cried he, with a voice that rose over them, high, solemn, and majestic,—yet had always a tremor through it, and sometimes a shriek, struggling up out of a fathomless depth of remorse and woe
he continued, with a kind of fierceness; so determined was he to speak out the whole.
He bids you
He tells you
he repeated more than once
said
said he feebly
said
Then tell me
said
broke out in a strange, deep voice of awe and wonder, which could not as yet find utterance, save

Conclusion

Some affirmed
Others contended
Neither, by their report, had his dying words acknowledged, nor even remotely implied
verbal testimony of individuals
the tale
we put only this into a sentence
Leaving this discussion apart
vague report
So said Hester Prynne

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