In that of Rivers,
linked with the hideousness that his wound conferred upon it, he noted
the more wicked workings of a spirit, the fell character of whose
features received no moderate exaggeration from the dim and flickering
glare of the lamp which his hand unsteadily carried. The whole face had
in it something awfully fearful. He seemed, in its expression, already
striking the blow at the breast of his victim, or rioting with a
fiendish revenge in his groaned agonies. A brief dialogue between his
companion and himself more fully describes the character of the monster.
"Stay--you hurry too much in this matter," said Munro, putting his hand
on that of Rivers, and restraining his steps for a moment as he paused,
seemingly to listen. He continued--
"Your hand trembles, Rivers, and you let your lamp dance about too much
to find it useful. Your footstep is unsteady, and but now the stairs
creaked heavily beneath you. You must proceed with more caution, or we
shall be overheard.
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