But my brain never seemed clearer than when I was playing that game.

It was like a magnifying glass: and my eyes were so clear and strong that I could see the pores on their skin, and the drops of sweat breaking out on Jock's forehead when he yelled." A low moan came from Lady Belward.

Her face was drawn and pale, but her eyes were on Gaston with a deep fascination.

Sir William whispered to her.
"No," she said, "I will stay." Gaston saw the impression he had made.
"Well, I had to bury poor Jock all alone.

I don't think I should have minded it so much, if it hadn't been for the faces of those other two crazy men.