His groans and grunts were frightful.
"How much did that hat cost, Benson ?" said Adrian, as he put it on his head.
"A five-and-twenty shilling beaver, Mr.Hadrian!" Benson caressed its injuries.
"The cheapest policy of insurance I remember to have heard of!" said Adrian.
Benson staggered, moaning at intervals to his cruel comforter.
"He's a devil, Mr.Hadrian! He's a devil, sir, I do believe, sir.

Ooogh! he's a devil!--I can't move, Mr.Hadrian.I must be fetched.

And Dr.
Clifford must be sent for, sir.

I shall never be fit for work again.

I haven't a sound bone in my body, Mr.Hadrian." "You see, Benson, this comes of your declaring war upon Venus.