It was as though hands were stretched up from the blackness to drag me down--yes, I saw the hands.

But you saved me, Outram, though that will not help me, for I shall perish in some such way at last.

So be it.

It is best that I should die, who cannot conquer the evil of my heart." "Nonsense, my friend," said Leonard; "don't talk like that about dying.
We can none of us afford to die just at present--that is, unless we are obliged to do so.

Your nerves are upset, and no wonder! As for 'the evil of your heart,' I wish that most men had as little--the world would be better.