Tears had come to Angelique, yet she continued to outpour her heart.
Caruthers bowed his head under the outpour of this compliment.
She wanted to outpour psalms of gratitude, and also she wanted to curse.
She sobbed on desperately; then the outpour lessened, and she became quieter.
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul ...