I knew by his countenance that he had heard all, and a sick, deadly feeling came over me.

He, to hear my mother's name made a byword and reproach, myself alluded to as the indigent daughter of an outcast,--he, who seemed already lifted as high above me on the eagle wings of fortune, as the eyry of the king-bird is above the nest of the swallow,--it was more than I could bear.
I said I knew by his countenance that he had heard all.

I never saw such an expression as his face wore,--such burning indignation, such withering scorn.

I trembled to think of the central fires from which such flames darted.

As he caught my glance, an instantaneous change came over it.