‘Who are you?—In God’s name, who are you?’
His very voice seemed changed; his frenzied, choking accents would hardly have been recognised by either friend or foe.
‘Who are you?—Do you hear me ask, who are you? In the name of God, I bid you say!’
As he perceived that I was still, he began to show a species of excitement which it was unpleasant to witness, especially as he continued to crouch against the bookshelf, as if he was afraid to stand up straight. So far from exhibiting the impassivity for which he was renowned, all the muscles in his face and all the limbs in his body seemed to be in motion at once; he was like a man afflicted with the shivering ague,—his very fingers were twitching aimlessly, as they were stretched out on either side of him, as if seeking for support from the s
