Regardless
of the darkness and the storm, she had prowled about the house, had
raised the latch, had waited for a loud peal of thunder ere she passed
the door, and had stolen shadow-like into the darkest corner of the
room, with a patience and a determination that nothing could disturb.
And now, when she stood at the goal of her worst wishes, even now, when
she looked down upon the two beings by whom she had been thwarted and
deceived, her fierce self-possession did not desert her; her lips
quivered over her locked teeth, her bosom heaved beneath her drenched
garments, but neither sighs nor curses, not even a smile of triumph or a
movement of anger escaped her.
She never looked at Antonina; her eyes wandered not for a moment from
Hermanric's form. The quickest, faintest gleam of firelight that
gleamed over it was followed through its fitful course by her eager
glance, rapid and momentary as itself. Soon her attention was fixed
wholly upon his hands, as they lay over the scabbard of his sword; and
then, slowly and obscurely, a new and fatal resolution sprung up within
her.
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