It's midnight." "Can't?
There's no such word for me as 'can't,' when I want to do anything, and you ought to know that," said she.

"It's only being ill that ever stops me, and I'm not ill to-night.

I feel as if electricity were flowing all through me, making my nerves jump, and I believe you feel exactly the same way.

Your eyes are as big as half-crowns, and as black as ink." "I _am_ a little nervous," I confessed.

And I couldn't help thinking it odd that Lisa and I should both be feeling that electrical sensation at the same time.