No gentle, tender-hearted woman laughed like that; but she was grand, splendid, wonderful in her wrath.

She reminded him of the picture of the goddess of vengeance, by Apelles, which he had seen in Constantinople.

His mother shrugged her shoulders and cast a meaning glance at the widow, and even his father was startled at the sight.

He knew what had roused her; still he felt that he could not permit this, and he recalled the excited girl to her senses by speaking her name, half-reproachfully and half-regretfully, at first quite gently but then louder and more severely.
She started like a sleep-walker suddenly awaked from her trance, passed her hand over her eyes, and said, as she bowed her head before the governor: "Forgive me, Uncle, I am sorry for what has occurred--but it was too much for me.

You know what my past has been, and when I am reminded--when I must listen to the praises even of the wretches to whom my father and brother...." A loud sob interrupted her; little Mary was clinging to her and weeping.
Orion could hardly keep himself from hastening to her and clasping her in his arms.