I will watch over you as long as you live." "And that will be for years, you accursed jade," replied the sexton; "Dr.Hodges says I shall recover." "You have got worse since he left you," replied Judith.

"Lie down, and let me throw these blankets over you." "Off!" cried the sick man, furiously.

"You shall not approach me.

You want to smother me." "I want to cure you," replied his wife, heaping the blankets upon the pallet.

"The doctor has sent some ointment for your sore." "Then let him apply it himself," cried Malmayns, shaking his fist at her.