It was as if the tobacco pouch and the appraiser's receipt were in his own pocket; and broad rivers made capital graveyards.

They two alone in the fog! He whirled round the deckhouse--and backed on his heels to get his balance.

Directly in front, in a very understandable pose, was the intended victim, his jaw jutting, his eyelids narrowed.
Quasimodo tried desperately to reach for his pistol; but a bolt of lightning stopped the action.

There is something peculiar about a blow on the nose, a good blow.

The Anglo-Saxon peoples alone possess the counterattack--a rush.