It was at the second look it was when I saw the blood forsake his pale lowering face and leave it whiter than ever, when horror sprang along with recognition to his eyes, when borne along by the crowd behind he saw his position and who was before him--it was only then when his mean figure shrank, and he quailed and would have turned but could not, that I recognized the Coadjutor.
I was silent now, my mouth agape.

There are seconds which are minutes; ay, and many minutes.

A man may die, a man may come into life in such a second.

In one of these, it seemed to me, those two men paused, face to face; though in fact a pause was for one of them impossible.

He was between--and I think he knew it--the devil and the deep sea.