Brydon

…horror with the sight had leaped into brydon's throat gasping there in a sound he couldn't utter for the bared identity was too hideous as his and his glare was the passion of his protest the face that face spencer brydon's…

…So Brydon before him took him in, with every fact of him now in the higher light, hard and acute, his planted stillness, his vivid truth, his grizzled bent head and white masking hands, his queer actuality of evening dress, of dangling double eyeglass, of gleaming silk lappet and white linen, of pearl button and gold watchguard and polished shoe.…

…he tried to think of something noble as that his property was really grand a splendid possession but this nobleness took the form too of the clear delight with which he was finally to sacrifice it…