I'll look at the dictionary when I get home." Ovid's mind was not set at ease yet.

"There's one other thing," he persisted, "that seems unaccountable." He started, and seized Benjulia by the arm.

"Stop!" he cried, with a sudden outburst of alarm.
"Well ?" asked the doctor, stopping directly.

"What is it ?" "Nothing," said Ovid, recoiling from a stain on the gravel walk, caused by the remains of an unlucky beetle, crushed under his friend's heavy foot.

"You trod on the beetle before I could stop you." Benjulia's astonishment at finding an adult male human being (not in a lunatic asylum) anxious to spare the life of a beetle, literally struck him speechless.