He, too, was bound upon the wheel.
I shall never forget the change in him when I mentioned Jackson's case.
His smiling good nature vanished like a ghost.

A sudden, frightful expression distorted his well-bred face.

I felt the same alarm that I had felt when James Smith broke out.

But Colonel Ingram did not curse.
That was the slight difference that was left between the workingman and him.

He was famed as a wit, but he had no wit now.