I'm all in a muddle; can't recollect anything of it, hardly.

Tell me, Joe--HONEST, now, old feller--did I do it?
Joe, I never meant to--'pon my soul and honor, I never meant to, Joe.

Tell me how it was, Joe.

Oh, it's awful--and him so young and promising." "Why, you two was scuffling, and he fetched you one with the headboard and you fell flat; and then up you come, all reeling and staggering like, and snatched the knife and jammed it into him, just as he fetched you another awful clip--and here you've laid, as dead as a wedge til now." "Oh, I didn't know what I was a-doing.

I wish I may die this minute if I did.