You understand." His great fist touched my face.

"The book lives.

You have seen it." "Very well," said I, "I've seen it." "You swear you've seen it ?" "Yes," said I, in some bewilderment.
He turned away, passed his hand over his forehead and through his hair, and walked for a little about the room.
"I'm sorry, Hilary, old chap, to have lost control of myself.

It's a matter of life and death.

I'm all right now.