I asked him then, "Which of the two do you suppose you saw ?" "The one who had been mauled," he answered readily, "and I'll swear I saw him! The more I think of him, the more certain I am of him." "This is very curious!" said I, with the best assumption I could put on of its being nothing more to me.

"Very curious indeed!" I cannot exaggerate the enhanced disquiet into which this conversation threw me, or the special and peculiar terror I felt at Compeyson's having been behind me "like a ghost." For if he had ever been out of my thoughts for a few moments together since the hiding had begun, it was in those very moments when he was closest to me; and to think that I should be so unconscious and off my guard after all my care was as if I had shut an avenue of a hundred doors to keep him out, and then had found him at my elbow.

I could not doubt, either, that he was there, because I was there, and that, however slight an appearance of danger there might be about us, danger was always near and active.
I put such questions to Mr.Wopsle as, When did the man come in?
He could not tell me that; he saw me, and over my shoulder he saw the man.
It was not until he had seen him for some time that he began to identify him; but he had from the first vaguely associated him with me, and known him as somehow belonging to me in the old village time.

How was he dressed?
Prosperously, but not noticeably otherwise; he thought, in black.

Was his face at all disfigured?
No, he believed not.