At sight of Dorothy's flower-like hand in Storri's hairy paw, Richard's eyes turned jade.
"Mr.Storms," said Dorothy, as Richard paused in the door, "permit me to present Count Storri." "Ah!" whispered Storri, beneath his breath, "see now how my word comes true!" With that he put out his hand like a threat.
Storri's exultation fell frost-nipped in greenest bud.

It was as though some implacable destiny had seized his hand.

In vain did Storri put forth his last resource of strength--he who crushed horseshoes and twisted pokers! Like things of steel Richard's fingers closed grimly and invincibly upon those of Storri.

The Russian strove to recover his hand; against the awful force that held him his boasted strength was as the strength of children.
Storri looked into Richard's eyes; they were less ferocious, but infinitely more relentless than his own.

There was that, too, in the other's look which appalled the Tartar soul of Storri--something in the drawn brow, the eye like agate, the jaw as iron as the hand! And ever more and a little more that fearful grip came grinding.