I jest NEEDED to fetch a yell.
But Henry ain't more'n dropped down there till I'm feeling jest like he'd ALWAYS been there, and I'd ALWAYS been staring into that room, and the last word any one spoke was said hundreds and hundreds of years ago.
"You're a murderer," says Jane in a whisper, looking at the perfessor in that stare-eyed way.

"You're a MURDERER," she says, saying it like she was trying to make herself feel sure he really was one.
"Murder!" says the perfessor.

"Did you think I was going to run any chances for a pup like him?
He's scared, that's all.

He's just fainted through fright.

He's a coward.