So vividly alike were they, that he half doubted for a moment whether she and Leoline were not really one; but no--Leoline never could have had the cold, cruel heart to stand and witness such a horrible sight.

Miranda's dark, piercing glance fell as haughtily and disdainfully on him as it had on the rest; and his heart sank as he thought that whatever sympathy she had felt for him was entirely gone.

It might have been a whim, a woman's caprice, a spirit of contradiction, that had induced her to defend him at first.
Whatever it was, and it mattered not now, it had completely vanished.

No face of marble could have been colder, or stonier, or harder, than hers, as she looked at him out of the depths of her great dark eyes; and with that look, his last lingering hope of life vanished.
"And now for the next trial!" exclaimed the dwarf, briskly breaking in upon his drab-colored meditations, and bustling past.

"We will get it over at once, and have done with it!" "You will do no such thing!" said the imperious voice of the queenly shrew.