Benoni bowed to the ground as she went by, making some flattering speech about her appearance.

She had started slightly on first seeing us, and then she went on without speaking; but there was on her face a look of such sovereign scorn and loathing as I never saw on the features of any living being.

And more than scorn, for there was fear and hatred with it: so that if a glance could tell a whole history, there would have been no detail of her feeling for Benoni left to guess.
This meeting produced a profound impression on me, and I saw her face in my dreams that night.

Had anything been wanting to complete, in my judgment, the plan of the situation in the castle, that something was now supplied.

The Jew had come there to get her for himself.