And Then There Were None
What can you analyze about chapter 13 page 211
I need help analyzing this part of chapter 13...
"One of us . . . One of us . . . One of us . . .
Three words, endlessly repeated, dinning themselves hour after hour into receptive brains.
Five people-five frightened people. Five people who watched each other, who now hardly troubled to hide their state of nervous tension.
There was little pretence now-no formal veneer of conversation. They were five enemies linked together by a mutual instinct of self preservation.
And all of them, suddenly, looked less like human beings. They were reverting to more bestial types. Like a wary old tortoise, Mr. Justice Wargrave sat hunched up, his body motionless, his eyes keen and alert.
Ex-Inspector Blore looked coarser and clumsier in build. His walk was that of a slow padding animal. His eyes were bloodshot. There was a look of mingled ferocity and stupidity about him. He was like a beast at bay ready to charge its pursuers.
Philip Lombard's senses seemed heightened, rather than diminished. His ears reacted to the slightest sound. His step was lighter and quicker, his body was lithe and graceful. And he smiled often, his lips curling back from his long white teeth.
