I and others followed him, moved by differing motives.

I was sorry for him and if I had dared I should have told him that.

I was amazed to see how sturdily he stood under this blow--like a mighty oak in a storm.

The look of him thrilled me--it suggested that something was going to happen.
The Silent Woman--as ragged as ever--was waiting on the steps.

Out went her bony finger as he came down.