Keep back now, let me look upon my innocent father--upon that father that I have murdered." She approached the bed on which he lay, her eyes still flashing, and her bosom panting, and there she stood gazing upon his features for about two minutes.
The silence of the corpse before them was not deeper than that which her unexpected presence occasioned.

There she stood gazing on the dead body of her father, evidently torn by the pangs of agony and remorse, her hands clenching and opening by turns, her wild and unwinking eyes riveted upon those moveless features, which his love for her had so often lit up with happiness and pride.

Her mother, who was alarmed, shocked, stunned, gazed upon her, but could not speak.

At length she herself broke the silence.
"Mother," said she, "I came to see my father, for I know he won't strike me now, and he never did.

O, no, because I ran away from him and from all of you, but not till after I had deserved it; before that I was safe.