Alas! my heart was infirm; my resolves mutable.

Thrice I slackened my grasp, and life kept its hold, though in the midst of pangs.

Her eye-balls started from their sockets.

Grimness and distortion took place of all that used to bewitch me into transport, and subdue me into reverence.
"I was commissioned to kill thee, but not to torment thee with the foresight of thy death; not to multiply thy fears, and prolong thy agonies.

Haggard, and pale, and lifeless, at length thou ceasedst to contend with thy destiny.
"This was a moment of triumph.