When first the professor’s eye had lit upon him he had been angry at any interruption at such a time, but now, as he took in his stalwart proportions and recognised the strong young manhood which seemed to emanate from him, his eyes gleamed.
Do you ever try to read your own face? I do, and I can tell you it is not a bad study, and gives you more trouble than you can well fancy if you have never tried it.
Our nerves are not so calm and our blood not so bright as yours!
He says I afford him a curious psychological study, and I humbly think I do.
To look at you and to feel nothing is the closure that I desire.
Somewhere near, a passing bell was tolling; the neighbourhood were howling; and in our shrubbery, seemingly just outside, a nightingale was singing. I was dazed and stupid with pain and terror and weakness, but the sound of the nightingale seemed like the voice of my dead mother come back to comfort me.
The air seems full of specks, floating and circling in the draught from the window, and the lights burn blue and dim.
I kept away from my friend for days, so that I might notice if there was any change.
You are a man, and it is a man we want. You are better than me, better than my friend John.
When I came in he ran to me and said he wanted to ask me a great favour-a very great favour; and as he spoke he fawned on me like a dog.
I shall hide this paper in my breast, where they shall find it when they come to lay me out.
His face fell, and I could see a warning of danger in it, for there was a sudden fierce, sidelong look which meant killing. The man is an undeveloped homicidal maniac. I shall test him with his present craving and see how it will work out; then I shall know more.
He is so young and strong and of blood so pure that we need not defibriate it.
Lucy has not walked much in her sleep the last week, but there is an odd concentration about her which I do not understand; even in her sleep she seems to be watching me.
Let us not be two, but one, that we work to good end.
His face was not a good face; it was hard, and cruel, and sensual, and his big white teeth, that looked all the whiter because his lips were so red, were pointed like an animal’s. Jonathan kept staring at him, till I was afraid he would notice. I feared he might take it ill, he looked so fierce and nasty.
The poor dear was evidently terrified at something-very greatly terrified; I do believe that if he had not had me to lean on and support him, he would have sunk down.
I wish I could put down all that he said exactly as he said it, for to me it was most fascinating. It seemed to have in it a whole history of the country.
Do not stir an instant. It is enough. You attend to him; I will look to her.
Between me and the moon light flitted a great bat, coming and going in great, whirling circles.