"A zealous servant," said the superintendent, smiling pleasantly.

"Please excuse him." My aunt pointed to the cell door.
"Open it," she said, "Let me see _anything,_ rather than set eyes on that monster again!" The firmness of her tone evidently surprised the superintendent.

He knew nothing of the reserves of resolution in her, which the mere sight of the whip had called forth.

The pallor had left her face; she trembled no longer; her fine gray eyes were bright and steady.

"That brute has roused her," said the lawyer, looking back at the assistant, and whispering to me; "nothing will restrain her, David--she will have her way now.".