If you read Lombroso--" Mr Verloc, moody and spread largely on the sofa, continued to look down the row of his waistcoat buttons; but his cheeks became tinged by a faint blush.

Of late even the merest derivative of the word science (a term in itself inoffensive and of indefinite meaning) had the curious power of evoking a definitely offensive mental vision of Mr Vladimir, in his body as he lived, with an almost supernatural clearness.

And this phenomenon, deserving justly to be classed amongst the marvels of science, induced in Mr Verloc an emotional state of dread and exasperation tending to express itself in violent swearing.

But he said nothing.

It was Karl Yundt who was heard, implacable to his last breath.
"Lombroso is an ass." Comrade Ossipon met the shock of this blasphemy by an awful, vacant stare.