"The mouth has a sort of malevolent leer, hasn't it ?" "It has, indeed.

One can hardly believe that it is just a natural formation." "It's always a hotly debated point whether the devil and his hood are purely the work of nature or not.

My own impression is that to a certain extent they are, but that someone--centuries ago--being struck by the resemblance of the rock to a human face, added a few touches to complete the picture." "Well, whoever did it must have had a bizarre imagination to perpetuate such a thing." "The handiwork--if handiwork it is--is attributed to Friar Anselmo--the Spanish monk who broke his vows and escaped to Monkshaven, you know." Sara looked interested.
"No, I don't know," she said.

"Tell me about him.

He sounds quite exciting." "You don't meant to say no one has enlightened you as to the gentleman whose exploit gave the town its name of Monkshaven ?" "No.