He was a man of medium height, with abnormally long arms and a somewhat truculent way of walking, as if his foot was ever ready to kick anything or any person who might come in his way.
His movements were nervous and restless, although he was tired out and half-starved.

The irritability of Africa was upon him--had hold over him--gripped him remorselessly.

No one knows what it is, but it is there, and sometimes it is responsible for murder.

It makes honourable European gentlemen commit crimes of which they blush to think in after days.

The Powers may draw up treaties and sign the same, but there will never be a peaceful division of the great wasted land so near to Southern Europe.