His head had a stoop that was hardly human, like the stoop of an ox.

In fact, I had at once the revolting fancy that this was not a man at all, but a beast dressed up in men's clothes." "Get on," said Dr.Bull.
"And then the queer thing happened.

I had seen his back from the street, as he sat in the balcony.

Then I entered the hotel, and coming round the other side of him, saw his face in the sunlight.

His face frightened me, as it did everyone; but not because it was brutal, not because it was evil.