CHAPTER VIII. THE TWISTED BAR 

Nature asserted herself, and, despite his condition, Crispin slept. Kenneth sat huddled on his chair, and in awe and amazement he listened to his companion's regular breathing. He had not Galliard's nerves nor Galliard's indifference to death, so that neither could he follow his example, nor yet so much as realize how one should slumber upon the very brink of eternity. 

For a moment his wonder stood perilously near to admiration; then his religious training swayed him, and his righteousness almost drew from him a contempt of this man's apathy. There was much of the Pharisee's attitude towards the publican in his mood. 

Anon that regular breathing grew irritating to him; it drew so marked a contrast 'twixt Crispin's frame of mind and his own. Whilst Crispin had related his story, the interest it awakened had served to banish the spectre of fear which the thought of the morrow conjured up. Now that Crispin was silent and asleep, that spectre returned, and the lad grew numb and sick with the horror of his position. 

Thought followed thought as he sat huddled there with sunken head and hands clasped tight between his knees, and they were mostly of his dull uneventful days in Scotland, and ever and anon of Cynthia, his beloved. Would she hear of his end? Would she weep for him?--as though it mattered! And every train of thought that he embarked upon brought him to the same issue--to-morrow! Shuddering he would clench his hands still tighter, and the perspiration would stand' out in beads upon his callow brow. 
Who was sleeping?
Could Kenneth sleep?
What spectre was Kenneth dealing with?
Was he worried about tomorrow?
What did he think he was on the brink of?
Did he become irritated with Crispin ?
For what?
Can you say what Crispin's last name was?
Did Crispin do something that pushed away the fear for a while?
What was that?
How was Kenneth sitting?
How was his head?
And how were his hands?
What country was in his thoughts?
What kind of days happened there?
What else about them?
What person did he think of?
What was she to him?
What was one of the thoughts he had about her?
And another?
Crispin slept.
n, Crispin slept.
no
 so that neither could he follow his example, nor yet so much as realize how one should slumber upon the very brink of etern
fear
to banish the spectre of fear which the thought of the morrow conjured up.
yes
f fear which the thought of the morrow conjured up
eternity.
how one should slumber upon the very brink of eternity.
yes
Anon that regular breathing grew irritating to him; i
because Crispin was in a calmer (adleep) frame of mind than him
Anon that regular breathing grew irritating to him; it drew so marked a contrast 'twixt Crispin's frame of mind and his own. 
Galliard
He had not Galliard's nerves nor Galliard's
yes
 Whilst Crispin had related his story, the interest it awakened had served to banish the spectre
told his story
hilst Crispin had related his story, the interest it awakened had served to banish the spectre
he sat huddled
he sat huddled there with sunken head and hands clasped tight between his knees,
sunken
as he sat huddled there with sunken head 
hands clasped tight between his knees,
 huddled there with sunken head and hands clasped tight between his knees, 
Scotland,
uneventful days in Scotland, 
1 thing was dull
mostly of his dull uneventful days in Scotland,
they were uneventful
nd they were mostly of his dull uneventful days in Scotland,
Cynthia
and ever and anon of Cynthia
beloved.
Cynthia, his beloved.
Would she hear of his end?
his beloved. Would she hear of his end? 
Would she weep for him?
 Would she weep for him?