He began to hate him even more than he feared him, and yet with that hatred the pleasure and excitement remained.

I remember how, years ago in Polchester, when I could not have been more than six years old, I myself was haunted with exactly that same mixture of pleasure and horror by the figure of a hunch-backed pedlar who used to come to our town.

Many years after I heard that he had been hung for the murder of some wretched woman who had accompanied him on some of his journeys.

I was not surprised; but when I heard the story I felt then again the old thrill of mingled pleasure and fear.
One windy afternoon, near dusk, when they were returning from their walk, Jeremy suddenly heard the voice in his ear: "I may be coming to visit yer one o' these nights.

Keep yer eyes open and yer tongue quiet if I do." Jeremy saw the figures of Miss Jones and his sisters pass round the corner of the road.
"What for ?" he gasped.
The Captain's figure seemed to swell gigantic against the white light of the fading sky.