The figure was that of a man without a skin; with every vein, artery, muscle, every fiber and tendon and tissue of the human frame represented in minute detail.

It looked natural, because somehow it looked as if it were in pain.

A skinned man would be likely to look that way unless his attention were occupied with some other matter.

It was a hideous thing, and yet there was a fascination about it some where.

I am very sorry I saw it, because I shall always see it now.