“I turned round, mechanically, like an automaton. Such passivity was worse than undignified, it was galling; I knew that well. I resented it with secret rage. But in that room, in that presence, I was invertebrate.” — Richard Marsh Copy Share Image
“He leaped, shrieking, off the bed, and sprang at me, clasping my throat with his horrid hands, bearing me backwards on to the floor;… — Richard Marsh Copy Share Image
“Then this travesty of manhood reascended to his feet, and said, whether speaking to me or to himself I could not tell,” — Richard Marsh Copy Share Image
“I turned round, mechanically, like an automaton. Such passivity was worse than undignified, it was galling; I knew that well. I resented it with… — Richard Marsh Copy Share Image
“So far, in the room itself there had not been a sound. When the clock had struck ten, as it seemed to me, years… — Richard Marsh Copy Share Image
“That the man in the bed was the one whom, to my cost, I had suffered myself to stumble on the night before, there… — Richard Marsh Copy Share Image
