There were curios which might be removed....

My thoughts were beginning to whirl once again; I pulled myself up sharply and watched.

There was a look of infinite pity on the sun-stained, rugged face as he gazed at his friend, lying so helpless.

The sternness of Mr.Trelawny's face had not relaxed in sleep; but somehow it made the helplessness more marked.

It would not have troubled one to see a weak or an ordinary face under such conditions; but this purposeful, masterful man, lying before us wrapped in impenetrable sleep, had all the pathos of a great ruin.