Hark

Hark!

"What the hell?! Hark, what have you done?" "Nothing yet. ...No, I have."

It would have to be something like this: And God will say to me: "You are a failure. What was your mission? Why your laughter?" I will reply "I comforted the slaves who labored." And God will hark, and weep thereafter.

Hark! midnight from the church tower vibrates through the frosty air.

But harke, I heare the footing of a man.

Hark! the herald angels sing / Glory to the new born King

"Hark! The thunder becomes less muttering. It is nearing us, and nearing the earth, too. Hark! One crammed crash! All the vibrations made one by nearness. Another flash. Hold."

Loud voices and a renewed uproar were raised in front of the boarding-house[…] "'Tis Missis Murphy's voice," said Mrs. McCaskey, harking.