"Wel-come to Oz," said the copper man in a monotonous voice.
"I'll tell you," answered Tik-tok, in his monotonous voice, all the sounds of his words being on one level--"Prin-cess Oz-ma saw you in her mag-ic pic-ture, and knew you were com-ing here; so she sent Bil-lin-a and me to wel-come you as she could not come her-self; so that--fiz-i-dig-le cum-so-lut-ing hy-ber-gob-ble in-tu-zib-ick--"
It seemed as though her grief were breaking forth more violently than usual; and she could be heard outside lamenting in a loud and monotonous voice
which rent the heart.
"I know, I know," answered Prince Vasili in his monotonous voice
. "I never could understand how Nataly made up her mind to marry that unlicked bear!
When the fights were over, Biddy gave out the number of a page, and then we all read aloud what we could - or what we couldn't - in a frightful chorus; Biddy leading with a high shrill monotonous voice
, and none of us having the least notion of, or reverence for, what we were reading about.
"Thank you for res-cu-ing me," continued the machine, in the same monotonous voice
, which seemed to be worked by a bellows inside of him, like the little toy lambs and cats the children squeeze so that they will make a noise.
At the well he heard again the monotonous voice
of the high priestess, and, as he glanced aloft, the opening, twenty feet above, seemed so near that he was tempted to leap for it in a mad endeavor to reach the inner courtyard that lay so near.
"It would spoil my style," was his answer, in a low, monotonous voice
. "You have no idea how I've worked for style."
When you go to bed to-night fold your hands so--breathe slower and slower--" He lay back with his hands clasped upon his breast, and his eyes shut, "Now," he murmured in an even monotonous voice
, "I shall never, never, never move again." His body, lying flat among them, did for a moment suggest death.
"I fear you don't read the Society papers properly," he said, and began to read out in a monotonous voice
, "`Or locked in the jewelled bosoms of our city's gayest leaders; but there is talk of a pretty parody of the manners and customs of the other end of Society's scale.' There's been a big Slum Dinner up at Pilgrim's Pond tonight; and a man, one of the guests, disappeared.
The most lay silent, but some muttered to themselves, and others talked together in a strange, low, monotonous voice
, their conversation coming in gushes, and then suddenly tailing off into silence, each mumbling out his own thoughts and paying little heed to the words of his neighbour.
The song itself is pretty strange, with Sheeran's dulcet tones contrasted with Alexa's very monotonous voice