"I was not there," said she, slowly and heavily. And all this time she never closed her eyes, or ceased from that glassy, dream-like stare. His quick suspicions were aroused by this dull echo of her former denial. It was as if she had forced herself to one untruth, and had been stunned out of all power of varying it.
He put up his book of notes in a very deliberate manner. Then he looked up; she had not moved any more than if she had been some great Egyptian statue.

'I was not there,' said she, slowly and heavily, never ceasing from that glassy, dream-like stare. His quick suspicions were aroused by this dull echo of her former denial.
He put away his notebook in a very deliberate manner. Still she did not move.
