There's not a thing I'll not do; there's not a penny I've got,--th' last drop of blood that's in me,--I'll give up my life for his.' 'Life,' said she, putting down her hands, and looking at him as if her looks could pierce his soul; 'who talks o' touching his life?
Thou're going crazy, Philip, I think;' but she did not think so, although she would fain have believed it.

In her keen agony she read his thoughts as though they were an open page; she sate there, upright and stony, the conviction creeping over her face like the grey shadow of death.

No more tears, no more trembling, almost no more breathing.

He could not bear to see her, and yet she held his eyes, and he feared to make the effort necessary to move or to turn away, lest the shunning motion should carry conviction to her heart.
Alas! conviction of the probable danger to her father's life was already there: it was that that was calming her down, tightening her muscles, bracing her nerves.

In that hour she lost all her early youth.
'Then he may be hung,' said she, low and solemnly, after a long pause.