Come, don't work yourself into this fever.
The thing has to be done.

Face it, and do it." A groan broke from Campbell's lips and he shivered all over.

The ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece seemed to him to be dividing time into separate atoms of agony, each of which was too terrible to be borne.

He felt as if an iron ring was being slowly tightened round his forehead, as if the disgrace with which he was threatened had already come upon him.

The hand upon his shoulder weighed like a hand of lead.
It was intolerable.