It seemed like setting the seal of death to her fate.

She caught a glimpse of him.

There was the malignant, but derisive look--one which he meant to be courteous, but which the bitter feeling within him overshadowed with the gloomy triumph of an evil spirit.

She placed her hands over her eyes, gave one loud shriek, and immediately fell into strong convulsions.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Woodward, "what is the matter with Miss Goodwin?
I am sincerely sorry to see this.

Is not her health good ?" "Pray, sir," replied her father, "how did you come to obtrude yourself here at such a moment of domestic distress ?" "Why, my dear sir," replied Woodward, "of course you must know that I was ignorant of all this.