I HAD shut the door to.

Then I turned around and there he was.

I used to be scared of him all the time, he tanned me so much.

I reckoned I was scared now, too; but in a minute I see I was mistaken--that is, after the first jolt, as you may say, when my breath sort of hitched, he being so unexpected; but right away after I see I warn't scared of him worth bothring about.
He was most fifty, and he looked it.

His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines.