name has become a wordnetfear, whose tendererst  are
pitiless , and to fall into the hands of whom is the direst
fate that man or woman may know.

One thought gave a wordnetfear to this narrative. Among the women in that
room was the one who to him was infinitely dearer than any other on
earth. And this danger had threatened her--a danger too horrible to
think of--one which made his very life-blood freeze in the course of
this calm narration. This was the one  on which his thoughts
turned most; that horrible, that appalling danger. So fearful was it
to him that he envied Obed the privilege of having saved her. He
longed to have been there in Obed's place, so as to have done this
 for her. He himself had once saved her from death, and that
wordnetanger could never depart from his memory; but now it seemed to him at
though the fate from which he had saved her was nothing when compared
to the wordnetfear of that danger from which she had been snatched by
Obed.

Yet, during Obed's narrative, although these  were within his
, he said little or nothing. He listened with apparent ,
offering no remark, though at that time the thoughts of his 
were so intense. In fact, it was