| friend o' my soul, that are simply bottomless! |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| killed by road agents, and so forth. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| I could tear your hair out with mortification. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| magician. Could anything be finer than that? |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| thoughtfulness to signify his concurrence. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| had usurped the stage. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| Deemer manifest an interest in what was going on. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| groaning and challenging the ghost to a foot-race. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| could think coherently. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| extension of time in which to recover their wits. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| taking in vain of the Evil One's name. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| plain that he had not the leisure to be dead. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| that, possibly, may have made a difference. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| The Sleeping Sentinel, pictured right |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
| "Did you fire?" the sergeant whispered. |
8 years, 23 weeks and 1 day |
