Eagerly, tremblingly, Belton pulled the cover from the little child's face, the nurse all the while watching him as though her eyes would pop out of her head.
Belton bent forward to look at his infant son.

A terrible shriek broke from his lips.

He dropped the lamp upon the floor and fled out of the house and rushed madly through the city.

The color of Antoinette was brown.

The color of Belton was dark.