They both stood sorrowful and mute, nor did anger and disdain appear in the features with which they were so familiar.

Albert of Hers saw, at a glance, the position in which he was placed.
"Father!" began the sinking girl--"father! let me die in the assurance of meeting you hereafter.

In the name of Him before whom I am soon to appear, forgive this man!" The struggle had already taken place in the baron's soul.

When his heart was trampled in the dust, his pride was broken.

The stubborn rock was smitten by the heaven-directed wand, and the waters of contrition gushed forth.
"You have conquered, my child," he murmured, kneeling and kissing her pale forehead.
"Not I, my father.