His sensorial perceptions seemed momentarily blunted.
Wade divined the tragedy, and a pang of great compassion overcame him.
Whatever Jack Belllounds was in character, he had inherited his father's power to love, and he was human.

Wade felt the death in that stricken soul, and it was the last flash of pity he ever had for Jack Belllounds.
"You--you--" muttered Belllounds, raising a hand that gathered speed and strength in the action.

The moment of a great blow had passed, like a storm-blast through a leafless tree.

Now the thousand devils of his nature leaped into ascendancy.

"You!--" He could not articulate.