Select the passage that has a more distressed tone.

At last, disengaging herself from the frantic clutch of the still shrieking Esmeralda,
Jane crossed the room to look into the little cradle, knowing what she should see
there even before the tiny skeleton disclosed itself in all its pitiful and pathetic
frailty.
Mabel edged closer, moving cautiously for fear of frightening her unexpected find.
She saw a small toddler, aged somewhere between two and three years, roving
aimlessly about the clearing. The child's round cheeks, chubby wrists, bare feet
and sturdy legs were richly brown. A straggling fringe of jet-black hair overhung
the baby's black, beadlike eyes.