He was under her thrall, body and soul.

Yet it could not be, she could not have seen distinctly.
She must look down once more, to correct the error.

She did so, and a torturing anguish seized her heart.

He was chatting with the child as before; nay, with still more warmth.

As he now saw nothing which was happening upon the rope, he had probably also failed to heed what she had performed, dared, accomplished, mainly for his sake, at the peril of her life, on the dizzy height.