And the terror had gone out of his eyes.

Crispin realized that his terror had gone now, with this.

She raised her head and the terror went out of her face.

Clearly enough, her terror had now gone beyond shrieks.

What he did was deplore it and do nothing - while the rape, murder and terror went on.

Even in the midst of war, the other terrors of life went on.

The terror went away, but no smile come in its place.

His two-leg was still afraid, but the blinding, jagged terror had gone.

But terror would not go away as a political issue.

He took them out and straightened the matter, but now the terror had gone.