What a mercy you are shod with velvet, Jane!--a clod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture.

You must open the middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and a little glass you will find there,--quick!" I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels.
"That's well! Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering a dose myself, on my own responsibility.

I got this cordial at Rome, of an Italian charlatan--a fellow you would have kicked, Carter.

It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance.

Jane, a little water." He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water-bottle on the washstand.
"That will do;--now wet the lip of the phial." I did so; he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented it to Mason.
"Drink, Richard: it will give you the heart you lack, for an hour or so." "But will it hurt me ?--is it inflammatory ?" "Drink! drink! drink!" Mr.Mason obeyed, because it was evidently useless to resist.