"She is dead," replied Margaret. She felt no fear in speaking to him, though he hurt her arm with his gripe, and wild gleams came across the stupidity of his eyes.
"She is dead!" she said.
He looked at her still with that searching look, which seemed to fade out of his eyes as he gazed. Then he suddenly let go his hold of Margaret, and, throwing his body half across the table, he shook it and every piece of furniture in the room, with his violent sobs. Mary came trembling towards him.

'She is dead,' replied Margaret.
He gave her that searching look, until it seemed to fade out of his eyes. Then he let go of her, and throwing his body half across the table, he shook it with his violent sobs. Mary came trembling towards him.
