Tense, his face pinched, his nervousness manifest in every movement, tiny red and blue capillaries webbed the end of his nose, conspicuous despite their minuteness, like the threads on a bank note.

"Nu, Leah," he said, brusque with nervousness, "let us bid farewell and embrace."

"Let us bid farewell,"said Mom.

From "Mercy of a Rude Stream"
By Henry Roth