His eye, as I have often said, was a black eye: it had now a tawny, nay, a bloody light in its gloom; and his face flushed--olive cheek and hueless forehead received a glow as from spreading, ascending heart-fire: and he stirred, lifted his strong arm--he could have struck Mason, dashed him on the church-floor, shocked by ruthless blow the breath from his body--but Mason shrank away, and cried faintly, "Good God!"
Szeme, mint már többször említettem, fekete volt, de ezúttal rozsdabarna, sőt vöröses tűzben égett. Olajbarna arca, fehér homloka is lángolt, mintha a szívében égő tűz egész testében szétterjedne.