As far as they could decide by their occasional glimpses, they thought she was still alive.
The brute did not seem to treat her with any malevolent violence.

Only in a rude uncouth way; which, however, might suffice to cause the death of one so young and frail.
To depict the feelings of her father, under such circumstances, would be a task the most eloquent pen could not successfully attempt.

Agony like his can never be described.

Language possesses not the power.

There are thoughts which lie too deep for words; passions whose expression defies the genius of the artist or the poet.
Perhaps he was hindered from realising the full measure of his bereavement during the first moments of the pursuit.