"It's Herbert!" she screamed. "It's Herbert!" She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and
catching her by the arm, held her tightly.
"What are you going to do?" he whispered hoarsely.
"It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried, struggling
mechanically. "I forgot it was two miles away. What are
you holding me for? Let go. I must opening the door."
"For God's sake don't let it in," cried the old man,
trembling
"You're afraid of your own son," she cried, struggling.
"Let me go, I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming."
- "The Monkey's Paw,"
W. W. Jacobs