It came to Bensington's mind with a complete novelty of realisation that in all probability the man had been killed and eaten, at least in part, by the monster that now lay dead there in the darkling.
To think of all that a harmless-looking discovery in chemistry may lead to! Here he was in homely England and yet in infinite danger, sitting out alone with a gun in a twilit, ruined house, remote from every comfort, his shoulder dreadfully bruised from a gun-kick, and--by Jove! He grasped now how profoundly the order of the universe had changed for him.

He had come right away to this amazing experience, _without even saying a word to his cousin Jane_! What must she be thinking of him?
He tried to imagine it and he could not.

He had an extraordinary feeling that she and he were parted for ever and would never meet again.

He felt he had taken a step and come into a world of new immensities.

What other monsters might not those deepening shadows hide?
The tips of the giant nettles came out sharp and black against the pale green and amber of the western sky.