Then death was the scope of his thoughts; now an injury unspeakably more dreadful.

How thankful should I be to the power that has interposed to save me! That power is invisible.

It is subject to the cognizance of one of my senses.

What are the means that will inform me of what nature it is?
He has set himself to counterwork the machinations of this man, who had menaced destruction to all that is dear to me, and whose cunning had surmounted every human impediment.

There was none to rescue me from his grasp.