He seemed so full of terrible potentialities.
When I think of vengeance, I picture to myself Fra Gervasio as I beheld him in that hour.

Nothing that he could have done would have surprised me.

Had he fallen upon my mother then, and torn her limb from limb, it would have been no more than from the sight of him I might have expected.
I have said that nothing that he could have done would have surprised me.

Rather should I have said that nothing would have surprised me save the thing he did.
Whilst a man might have counted ten stood he so--she seeing nothing of the strange transfiguration that had come over him, for her eyes were downcast as ever.

Then quite slowly, his hands unclenched, his arms fell limply to his sides, his head sank forward upon his breast, and his figure bowed itself lower than was usual.