He was quick and active and lively; but when his friends saw him go white to the gills, his eyes dark and glittering, they had a certain mistrust of him.

Sometimes he went to Clara, but she was almost cold to him.
"Take me!" he said simply.
Occasionally she would.

But she was afraid.

When he had her then, there was something in it that made her shrink away from him--something unnatural.

She grew to dread him.