I wished Mrs.Horlick good evening, and said I would write and mention the day on which I wanted her.
What I had just been told put a thought into my mind that I was afraid to follow out.

I have heard people talk of being light-headed, and I felt as I have heard them say they felt when I retraced my steps up the Mews.

My head got giddy, and my eyes seemed able to see nothing but the figure of the little crook-backed man, still smoking his pipe in his former place.

I could see nothing but that; I could think of nothing but the mark of the blow on my poor lost Mary's temple.

I know that I must have been light-headed, for as I came close to the crook-backed man I stopped without meaning it.