He bent his body down, as if in pain, his fingers worked while the hands hung lifeless by his side, and there was an expression in his countenance that seemed to announce a writhing of the soul; but it was not unresisted, and it was transient.
Előrehajolt, mint akibe belenyilallt a fájdalom, karja élettelenül csüngött az oldalán, ujjai begörbültek, s arcán megjelent a vonagló lélek képe; de Harvey nem hagyta el magát, s mindez csak egy pillanatig tartott.