Fixed--diabolical in its aspect, and steady as fate itself--it poured upon the weak and alarmed girl such a flood of venomous and prostrating influence that her shrieks were too feeble to reach the house when calling for assistance.

She seemed to have been fascinated to her own destruction.

There the eye was fastened upon her, and she felt herself deprived of the power of removing her own from his.
"O my God!" she exclaimed, "I am lost--help, help; the murderous eye is upon me!" "It is enough," said Woodward; "good by, Miss Goodwin.

I was simply contemplating your beauty, and I am sorry to see that you are in so weak a state.

Present my compliments to your father and mother; and I think of me as a man whose affection you have indignantly spurned--a man, however, I whose eye, whatever his heart may be, is not to be trifled with." He then made her a low bow, and took his departure back through the garden.
"It is over," said he; "_finitum est_, the property is mine; she cannot be saved now; I have taken her life; but no one can say that I have shed her blood.