Merryon's whole body seemed to be wrapped in fire.

With a fierce movement, he stripped the coat from him and flung it into the room behind him.

He was alone save for the devils that raged in that pandemonium.

What did it matter how he met them?
And then, with the suddenness of a stupendous weight dropped from heaven, came rain, rain in torrents and billows, rain solid as the volume of Niagara, a crushing mighty force.
The tempest shrieked through the compound.

The lightning glimmered, leapt, became continuous.