As I stared in amazement, it seemed more and more marvellous that I had not noticed the resemblance before.

True, each feature was distorted and exaggerated to produce the utter malignity of its expression.

But the face was the face of Colliver.

Nobody could have called him a handsome man, but before this I had found Colliver not unpleasant to look upon.
Now the hate of the statue's face seemed to have reflected itself upon him.

I leant against a tree for support and passed my hand across my brow as if to banish a fearful dream.