The Darkest Age. Book 1: The Coming of Dragons

None knew who belonged to this ruthless society. The names of the participators in the deeds of blood and violence done under the name of religion were kept profoundly secret. The very friend to whom you communicated your misgivings as to the Prophet and his mission, might be one of those who would come forth at night with fire and sword to exact a terrible reparation. Hence every man feared his neighbour, and none spoke of the things which were nearest his heart. One fine morning, John Ferrier was about to set out to his wheatfields, when he heard the click of the latch, and, looking through the window, saw a stout, sandy-haired, middle-aged man coming up the pathway. His heart leapt to his mouth, for this was none other than the great Brigham Young himself. Full of trepidation for he knew that such a visit boded him little good Ferrier ran to the door to greet the Mormon chief. The latter, however, received his salutations coldly, and followed him with a stern face into the sitting-room. "Brother Ferrier," he said, taking a seat (брат Феррьер, сказал он, усаживаясь), and eyeing the farmer keenly from under his light-coloured eyelashes (и окидывая фермера взглядом проницательных глаз из-под светлых ресниц; to eye смотреть, пристально разглядывать), "the true believers have been good friends to you (приверженцы истинной веры были тебе хорошими друзьями) ...»