The thing he had heard oftenest was that he might die at any moment and there had been numerous fanciful descriptions of a humped
back and helpless limbs, given by people who had never seen him.
The thing was still seated in the chair, straining over the table with bowed head, and humped
back, and long fantastic arms.
And then he woke again to his detested fate, and found himself sitting, humped
together, in a windy combe of quarry refuse - darkness thick about him, thin flakes of snow flying here and there like rags of paper, and the strong shuddering of his body clashing his teeth like a hiccough.