Carwin had constructed his plot in a manner suited to the characters of those whom he had selected for his victims.

I saw that the convictions of Pleyel were immutable.

I forbore to struggle against the storm, because I saw that all struggles would be fruitless.

I was calm; but my calmness was the torpor of despair, and not the tranquillity of fortitude.

It was calmness invincible by any thing that his grief and his fury could suggest to Pleyel.