But she did not hide her face this time.

The fair pathetic features were quite motionless and white, without any expression, and her hands lay with the palms turned upwards on her knees.
Charles James Juxon was a man of few words, not given to using strong language on any occasion.

But he was completely overcome by the horror of the thing.

He turned icy cold as he stood still, rooted to the spot, and he uttered aloud one strong and solemn ejaculation, more an invocation than an oath, as though he called on heaven to witness the misery he looked upon.

He gazed at the colourless, inanimate face of the poor lady and walked slowly to the window.