Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell,
The Grey Woman and other Tales
“ Amante went on whistling a little lower, out of respect to the conversation."However, I am tracing the wicked fugitives; I am on their track" (and the handsome, effeminate face looked as ferocious as any demon's) . "They will not escape me; but every minute is a minute of misery to me, till I meet my wife. Madame has sympathy, has she not?"He drew his face into a hard, unnatural smile, and then both went out to the forge, as if once more to hasten the blacksmith over his work.Amante stopped her whistling for one instant. ”
