She had calmed the emotions that she had hoped to irritate.

Of the latter divisions of her legend, those only which were pathetic had arrested the lost chieftain's attention, and the blunted faculties of his heart recovered their old refinement as he listened to them.

A solemn composure of love, grief, and pity appeared in the glance of affection that he now directed on the girl's despairing countenance.

Years of good thoughts, an existence of tender cares, an eternity of youthful devotion spoke in that rapt, momentary, eloquent gaze, and imprinted on his expression a character ineffably beautiful and calm--a nobleness above the human, and approaching the angelic and divine.
Intuitively Goisvintha followed the direction of his eyes, and looked, like him, on the Roman girl's face.

A lowering expression of hatred replaced the scorn that had hitherto distorted her passionate features.
Mechanically her hand again half raised the knife, and the accents of her wrathful voice once more disturbed the sacred silence of affection and grief.
'Is it for the girl there that you would still live ?' she cried sternly.