She stealthily and noiselessly crept through the wicket, and, ascending the stair, stepped out on the roof.

It was bitterly cold, for the fierce gusts of the storm which swept round the turret drove in through every unimpeded way, whistling at the sharp corners and singing round the trembling flagstaff.

The kite-string and the wire which controlled the runners made a concourse of weird sounds which somehow, perhaps from the violence which surrounded them, acting on their length, resolved themselves into some kind of harmony--a fitting accompaniment to the tragedy which seemed about to begin.
Mimi's heart beat heavily.

Just before leaving the turret-chamber she had a shock which she could not shake off.

The lights of the room had momentarily revealed to her, as they passed out, Edgar's face, concentrated as it was whenever he intended to use his mesmeric power.
Now the black eyebrows made a thick line across his face, under which his eyes shone and glittered ominously.