... and he had... a voice husky and formidable.
Nor is anything quite like the silence of a northern city at dawn on a winter morning. Occasionally there was a hiss or whisper and a brushing against the windows and I knew it was snow, but generally there was nothing, but a throbbing stillness until the street cars running up Cotes des Neiges and I heard them as though they were winds blowing through old drains.
Hugh MacLennan, The Watch That Ends the Night, Toronto, The New American Library, 1961, p. 7.
PLACE: Montreal
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I had always loved that contralto voice of hers with its cello note and hint of gaiety.
Hugh MacLennan, The Watch That Ends the Night, Toronto, The New American Library, 1961, p. 17.
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Then like a dentist's drill the telephone snarled at me and I rose and answered it.
Hugh MacLennan, The Watch That Ends the Night, Toronto, The New American Library, 1961, p. 36.
PLACE: Montreal
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Then for the first time I heard the stroke of that hidden, treacherous organ, Catherine's heart. Chunka-ha, chunk-ha, chunk-ha, and then a pause with, no sound at all, and then a little stutter, and then the heart took up its litany again - chunk - ha, chunk - ha, chunk - ha.
Hugh MacLennan, The Watch That Ends the Night, Toronto, The New American Library, 1961, p. 65.
PLACE: Montreal
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