Excerpt from Chapter 13 in which Maule demonstrates his power over Alice
With his mind full of imaginary magnificence, Mr. Pyncheon heard a half-uttered
exclamation from his daughter. It was very faint and low; so indistinct
that there seemed but half a will to shape out the words, and too undefined
a purport to be intelligible. Yet it was a call for help!--his conscience
never doubted it;--and, little more than a whisper to his ear, it was a
dismal shriek, and long re-echoed so, in the region round his heart! But,
this time, the father did not turn.
After a further interval, Maule spoke.
"Behold your daughter!" said he.
Mr. Pyncheon came hastily forward. The carpenter was standing erect
in front of Alice's chair, and pointing his finger towards the maiden with
an expression of triumphant power, the limits of which could not be defined,
as, indeed, its scope stretched vaguely towards the unseen and the infinite.
Alice sat in an attitude of profound repose, with the long brown lashes
drooping over her eyes.
"There she is!" said the carpenter. "Speak to her."
"Alice! My daughter!" exclaimed Mr. Pyncheon. "My own Alice!"
She did not stir.
"Louder!" said Maule, smiling.
"Alice! Awake!" cried her father. "It troubles me to see you thus! Awake!"
He spoke loudly, with terror in his voice, and close to that delicate
ear, which had always been so sensitive to every discord. But the sound
evidently reached her not. It is indescribable what a sense of remote,
dim, unattainable distance, betwixt himself and Alice, was impressed on
the father by this impossibility of reaching her with his voice. (Chapter