The Rectangle would not have acknowledged that it was growing any better or that even the singing had softened its outward manner.

It had too much local pride in being "tough." But in spite of itself there was a yielding to a power it had never measured and did not know we enough to resist beforehand.
Gray had recovered his voice so that by Saturday he was able to speak.

The fact that he was obliged to use his voice carefully made it necessary for the people to be very quiet if they wanted to hear.
Gradually they had come to understand that this man was talking these many weeks and giving his time and strength to give them a knowledge of a Savior, all out of a perfectly unselfish love for them.

Tonight the great crowd was as quiet as Henry Maxwell's decorous audience ever was.

The fringe around the tent was deeper and the saloons were practically empty.