He had been standing erect by the table, still with the smile toning his haggardness.

Now the smile died; the whole man sickened, lost life visibly, as if a dozen years of normal aging were condensed into the dozen seconds.
He let himself go into the big chair, almost as if falling, his head bowed, his eyes dulled to a look of absence, his arms falling weakly over the chair's sides.

A sigh that was almost a groan seemed to tell of pain both in body and mind.
Bernal stood awkwardly regarding him, then his face lighted with a sudden pity.
"But I thought _you_ could understand, sir; I thought you were different; you have been like a chum to me.

When I spoke of old persons it never occurred to me that you could fall into that class! I never knew you to be unjust, or unkind, or--narrow--perhaps I should say, unsympathetic." The other gave no sign of hearing.
"My body was breaking so fast--and you break my heart!" "There you are, sir," began the youth, a little excitedly.

"Your heart is breaking _not_ because I'm not good, but because I form a different opinion from yours of a man rising from the dead, after he has been crucified to appease the anger of his father." "God help me! I'm so human.