Ido not speak kiowa, and i never understood her prayers, but there was something inherently sad in the sound, some merest hesitation upon the syllables of sorrow. she began in a high and descending pitch, exhausting her breath to silence, then again and again-and always the same intensity of effort, of something that is, and is not, like urgency in the human voice. transported so in the dancing light among the shadows of her room, she seemed beyond the reach of time. which phrase in the passage most strongly contributes to its overall tone?