"My William! my own William! Yes, I will take care of you! Nothing shall hurt you,--my own, own!" Vain, drunken, brutal, unfaithful.

Yes: but her husband still.
There was a knock at the door.
"Who is that ?" she cried, with her usual fierceness, terrified for his character, not terrified for herself.
"Mr.Thurnall, madam.

Have you any laudanum in the house ?" "Yes, here! Oh, come in! Thank God you are come! What is to be done ?" Tom looked for the laudanum bottle, and poured out a heavy dose.
"Make him take that, madam, and put him to bed.

I will wait downstairs awhile!" "Thurnall, Thurnall!" calls Trebooze, "don't leave me, old fellow! you are a good fellow.

I say, forgive and forget.