I smelled the kerosene, and I felt that I had murdered him.

It had come to this at last! My bashfulness was to do worse than urge me to suicide--it was to be the means of my causing the death of an estimable old gentleman--her father! She began to cry and wring her hands.

As yet she did not suspect me! She supposed her father had fallen in a fit of apoplexy.
"If he dies, I will allow her always to think so," I resolved.
My eyes stuck out of my head with terror at what I had done.

I was rooted to the ground.

But only for a moment.