... beauty, calling back the lustre of the eyes, the brightness of the smile, the beaming of the soul through its mask of clay, and whispering of beauty beyond the tomb, changed but to be heightened, ... the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His ... ’Take care of him, officer,’ said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; ‘he’ll fall down.’ ’Stand away, officer,’ cried Fang; ‘let him, if he likes.’ Oliver availed himself of the...