The palms of my hands tingled from the shock, and my ears were ringing like chapel bells, plugs or not.

The messenger advised him to walk away from his camp, alone, if he heard a nearby chapel bell tolling, in the following night.

Fortunately at that point, they heard the tolling of a nearby chapel bell.

Like that of chapel bells on a sunny wedding day, their cheery jangle could be heard larking in the dark: charm, charm, charm.

Like the chapel bells that were also going here and there, they only seemed to evoke echoes from brick surfaces, and dust from everything.

When the chapel bell rang out its opening note it seemed like a signal of joy to ear and eye.

She almost always heard them while the chapel bells were ringing.

The chapel bells were playing a normal morning tune, something classical but not quite recognizable which sounded a bit like 'Te Deum' but wasn't.

Ill I awoke to the chapel bells the next morning with the happy realization that I was back home in Yurt, far from technical-division wizardry students.

I slept the sleep of the just till the chapel bells roused me late this afternoon.