The dull, vacant resignation of her expression was something shocking to see.

It changed a little when her eyes first turned heavily toward me, and she whispered, with a faint smile, "I am sorry for you, William--I am very, very sorry for you." But as soon as she had said those words the blank look returned, and she sat with her head drooping forward, quiet, and inattentive, and hopeless--so changed a being that her oldest friends would hardly have known her.
Our examination was a mere formality.

There was no additional evidence either for or against us, and we were remanded again for another week.
I asked the lawyer, privately, if any chance had offered itself of tracing Mr.James Smith.

He looked mysterious, and only said in answer, "Hope for the best." I inquired next if any progress had been made toward fixing the guilt of the robbery on Josephine.
"I never boast," he replied.

"But, cunning as she is, I should not be surprised if Mr.Dark and I, together, turned out to be more than a match for her." Mr.Dark! There was something in the mere mention of his name that gave me confidence in the future.