"And worse things than that--worse things! And the whole monstrosity growing more huge and throwing out new and more awful tentacles every day." "Every hour.

No imagination has yet conceived what it may be." "That is why the poor human things are clutching at each other, and finding values and attractions where they did not see them before.
Colonel Marion and his wife were here yesterday.

He is a stout man over fifty and has a red face and prominent eyes.

His wife has been so occupied with herself and her children that she had almost forgotten he existed.

She looked at and listened to him as if she were a bride." "I have seen changes of that sort myself," said Coombe.