The others drew apart.

They afterwards confessed that the death of this murderer, this tiger-cub of their race, affected them greatly.

He was fearless to the end.

The way in which he quitted life became him more than the manner in which he lived.
There was a bustle without, and the local doctor entered.

He looked wise, profound, even ventured on a sceptical remark when the barrister explained that Ooma had injected snake-poison into his arm.