I half turned, and said something to her about the beauty of the view.

She said nothing, but looked at me with such an expression that I was filled with amazement.

I saw in her face something like a dreadful anticipation--something that spoke of coming evil.

The feeling was communicated to me, and I turned my eyes back to the group on the pyramid with vague fears in my soul.
Those fears were but too well founded, for now the dread ceremony began.

The Kohen drew his knife, and placed himself at the head of the stone table.