My sister has a house there in Bromsgrove Terrace." Burton rose to his feet.

He held out his hand for the manuscript.
"I am exceedingly obliged to you," he said.

"Now I must go." The professor gripped the manuscript in his hand.

He was no longer a harmless and benevolent old gentleman.

He was like a wild animal about to be robbed of its prey.
"No," he cried.