He turned away from her; or if his eyes rested upon her figure involuntarily, it was only to dart upon her looks of hate.

The Unfortunate had fainted ere the completion of her disgrace: She only recovered life to be sensible of her misfortune.

She remained stretched upon the earth in silent despair: The tears chased each other slowly down her cheeks, and her bosom heaved with frequent sobs.

Oppressed with grief, She continued for some time in this state of torpidity.

At length She rose with difficulty, and dragging her feeble steps towards the door, prepared to quit the dungeon.
The sound of her footsteps rouzed the Monk from his sullen apathy.
Starting from the Tomb against which He reclined, while his eyes wandered over the images of corruption contained in it, He pursued the Victim of his brutality, and soon overtook her.