I will remind you that I was young, impressionable, and had views.

So to continue!" The manner of his speech was in its way chillingly impressive.

He was still sitting in exactly the same position, one hand upon the arm of his high-backed chair, the other upon the table before him.

He made use of no gestures, his face remained as white and emotionless as a carved image, his tone, though clear and low, was absolutely monotonous.

But there was about him a subtle sense of repression apparent to all of them.
"On my way home that night my hansom knocked down an old man.