The luster faded from their eyes.

Their smudged countenances now expressed a profound dejection.

They moved their stiffened bodies slowly, and watched in sullen mood the frantic approach of the enemy.

The slaves toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his harsh tasks.
They fretted and complained each to each.

"Oh, say, this is too much of a good thing! Why can't somebody send us supports ?" "We ain't never goin' to stand this second banging.