The Technic of the Speaking Voice: Its Development, Training, and Artistic Use, Based Upon Rush's Philosophy of the Human Voice, and the Teaching and Example of James E. Murdoch; and Including a New Presentation of Expressive Speech-melody, Copiously Illustrated by Examples; Many Studies in Interpretation; and a Brief Outline of Gesture

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