So still was she that Leonard could scarcely note any movement of her breast.

Even her eyelids had ceased to quiver, and the very pallor of her face seemed fixed like that of a waxen image.

He wondered what she was thinking of; but even had she been willing to bare her thoughts to him, it is doubtful whether she could have made them intelligible.

Her mind was confused, but two things struggled one against the other within it, the sense of loss and the sense of shame.
The father whom, notwithstanding his faults, she loved dearly, who indeed had been her companion, her teacher, her playmate and her friend, the dearest she had known, lay dying before her eyes, and with his last breath he consigned her to the care of the man whom she loved, and from whom, as she believed, she was for ever separated.

Would there, then, be no end to the obligations under which she laboured at the hands of this stranger, who had suddenly taken possession of her life?
And what fate was on her that she should thus be forced into false positions, whence there was no escape?
Did she wish to escape even?
Juanna knew not; but as she sat there with a sphinx-like face, trouble and doubt, and many another fear and feeling, took so firm a hold of her that at length her mind, bewildered with its own tumult, lost its grip of present realities, and sought refuge in dreams which he could not disentangle.