1 War and marriage and childbirth had passed over her without touching any deep chord within her and she was unchanged.
2 The appeal of her helplessness touched in him, as it always did, a latent chord of inclination.
3 It was a feeling which he had seen before in his mother; but no chord within vibrated to it.
4 Therefore, if it had depended upon me to touch the prevailing chord among them with any skill, I should have made a poor hand of it.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 21. LITTLE EM'LY 5 There was always something in her modest voice that seemed to touch a chord within me, answering to that sound alone.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 25. GOOD AND BAD ANGELS 6 The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 4 7 His words seemed to have struck some deep chord in his own nature.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 8 At the centre of this chord is the precise point where the final word of the battle was pronounced.
9 He felt the plucking at the strange chord.
Les Misérables 4 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 15: CHAPTER I—A DRINKER IS A BABBLER 10 With his instinctive delicacy Edmond had preferred avoiding any touch on this painful chord, and Faria had been equally silent.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 18. The Treasure. 11 But in spite of their efforts to be as cheery as larks, the flutelike voices did not seem to chord as well as usual, and all felt out of tune.
12 Sonya struck the first chord of the prelude.
13 As Tom took up the receiver the compressed heat exploded into sound and we were listening to the portentous chords of Mendelssohn's Wedding March from the ballroom below.
14 From the ballroom beneath, muffled and suffocating chords were drifting up on hot waves of air.
15 He looked at the back of the seat, as if he were addressing himself to that; and softly played upon it with his hands, as if he were striking chords upon a dumb piano.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 46. INTELLIGENCE