I know absolutely nothing.

I can no more account for the peaceful slumbers of that marvellous young man of five-and-twenty than I can predicate the priority of the first hen or the first egg.

I, with never a murder or a seduction or a robbery on my conscience, could not sleep last night.

I doubt whether I shall sleep to-night.

I feel as if I shall remain awake through the centuries with a rat gnawing my vitals.
So unhappy looking a woman as Judith, when I called on her early this forenoon, I have never beheld.