She gripped her harp, and her eyelids appeared to quiver as she took the notes.

Again, and still singing, she turned her head to him.

The eyes of Mr.Pericles were white, as if upraised to intercede for her with the Powers of Harmony.

Her voice grew unnerved.

On a sudden she excited herself to pitch and give volume to that note which had been the enchantment of the night in the woods.