It may be that there is more that concerns you for me to see in the ink-pool." With this she took my hand and almost pulled me down the stairs by force.
As we went I saw the wild head and staring eyeballs of Jan the Lubber Fiend peering at us.

He was lying on the back staircase, prone on his stomach, apparently extending from top to bottom down the swirl of it, and with his chin poised on the topmost step.

But as we came down the stair the head seemed to be wholly detached from any body.

The red ears actually flapped with mirthful pleasure and anticipation at the sight of the Lady Ysolinde, and no man could see both the beginning and end of that smile.
"Lubber Jan," said she, "go and sit in the yard.

The servants will be complaining of thee again, that they cannot come up the staircase, even as they did before." "Then, if I do," mumbled the monster, "will you look out of window at least once in each hour, between every stroke of the clock.