It was very tiresome.

Her bright black eyes were wide open as she lay performing this exercise.

Her face never lost its look of strong resolution.

At length, true to her acting, she moved her head sleepily, sighed heavily, and relapsed into silent breathing as a sleeper might.

It was the acting of a true artist.
Half an hour more of silence upon her bed, and she crept off noiselessly; she lifted the corner of the window-curtain and looked out.
There was not a light to be seen in any of the houses within sight, there was not a sound to be heard except the foam at the foot of the falls, the lapping of the nearer river, and the voice of a myriad crickets in the grass.