Story Of The Door Flashcards
Mr Utterson: A man of rugged countenance that…
Was never lighted by a smile
He was austere with himself; drank gin…
To mortify a taste for vintages
I let my brother…
Go to the devil in his own way
He never marked….
A shade in his demeanour
The street shone…
Out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood
A sinister….
Block of building thrust forward its gable on the street
Showed no windows,…
Nothing but a door
The marks of prolonged…
And sordid negligence
I was coming home from some place at the end of the world…
At three o’clock of a black winter morning
Trampled calmly…
Over the child’s body and left her screaming
It wasn’t like a man;…
It was like some damned juggernaut
But gave me one look, so ugly…
That it brought out sweat on me like running
I had taken a…
Loathing to my gentleman at first sight
Turn sick and…
White with desire to kill him
We could and would…
Make such a scandal out of this
