Eyes of Fear

All those shadows had fled, and not a soul in the vast hall felt the presence of any but a living sorrow, which was quivering in warm hearts,

But that sorrow seemed to have made itself feebly,

Why did they say she was so changed?

It is the likeness we see it is the likeness, which makes itself felt the most keenly cuz something else was and is not left only a hard despairing obstinacy;

He had trembled to look at the first time, and then was unwilling to turn away his eyes from,

I couldn't help taking to the little thing and being anxious about it,

She hadn't cried or seemed low at all, as she did the night before. I thought she had a strange look with her eyes, and she got a bit flushed towards evening.

I was dreadful frightened, and angry with her for going,

Else why should she have taken it with her? She might have left it behind,

The sound of the voice touched a chord that was still sensitive; she gave a start and a frightened look towards him, but immediately turned away her head and looked down at her hands as before.

I took notice of her because she looked white and scared but she went right on while she was in sight,

But when I came back the same way pretty nigh an hour after, I couldn't help laying down my staked to have anther look, 

All eyes were strained to look at her, but she stood like a statue of full despair,

The desire to listen was suspended by opinion to express in under tones,

Sigh of disappointment from some hearts, that it was followed by no recommendation to mercy;

By the side of her hard immovability and obstinate silence,

Even the verdict, to distinct eyes, had not appeared to move her, but those who were near saw her trembling;

The stillness was less intense,

Then it deepened again, before the crier had time to command silence;

If any sound were heard, it must have been the sound of beating hearts,

She looked up and kept her wide open eyes fixed on him, as if fascinated by fear...