'A qualm.

It has gone by.' 'Are you sure ?' said he.

'You are as white as a sheet.' 'Oh no, I assure you! Nothing whatever.

I am my own man again,' I said, though I could scarce command my tongue.
'Well, shall I go on again ?' says he.

'Can you follow me ?' 'Oh, by all means!' said I, and mopped my streaming face upon my sleeve, for you may be sure in those days I had no handkerchief.
'If you are sure you can follow me.