That awful man--I shall see him for ever in my dreams.

His black, malignant face will shut out all memory of sunshine and happiness.

I shall eternally see his evil eyes as he threw himself into that well-hole in a vain effort to escape from the consequences of his own misdoing.

The more I think of it, the more apparent it seems to me that he had premeditated the whole thing--of course, except his own horrible death.
"Perhaps you have noticed a fur collar I occasionally wear.

It is one of my most valued treasures--an ermine collar studded with emeralds.