He felt neither thrill nor fear.

The speech prepared by the Fortunate Youth was delivered by a stranger to it, glowing and dancing eloquence.

The words came trippingly enough, but the informing Spirit was gone.
Those in the audience familiar with the magic of his smile were disappointed.

The soundness of his policy satisfied the hard-headed, but he made no appeal to the imaginative.

If his speech did not fall flat, it was not the clarion voice that his supporters had anticipated.
They whispered together with depressed headshakings.