All this time her heart sunk lower and lower.
He allowed her to do what she liked, as if he were an automaton; his head and his arms hung loosely down, and his eyes were fixed, in a glaring way, on the fire.

When she brought him some tea, he spoke for the first time; she could not hear what he said till he repeated it, so husky was his voice.
"Have you no brandy ?" She had the key of the little wine-cellar, and fetched up some.

But as she took a tea-spoon to measure if out, he tremblingly clutched at the bottle, and shook down a quantity into the empty tea-cup, and drank it off at one gulp.

He fell back again in his chair; but in a few minutes he roused himself, and seemed stronger.
"Edward, dear Edward, what is the matter ?" said Maggie, at last; for he got up, and was staggering toward the outer door, as if he were going once more into the rain, and dismal morning-twilight.
He looked at her fiercely as she laid her hand on his arm.
"Confound you! Don't touch me.

I'll not be kept here, to be caught and hung!" For an instant she thought he was mad.
"Caught and hung!" she echoed.