"You shall not touch me.

I will strangle you if you come near me." "Matthew," replied his wife, "I have had the plague myself, and know how to treat it better than any doctor in London.

I will cure you, if you will let me." "I have no faith in you," replied Malmayns, "but I suppose I must submit.

Take heed what you do to me, for if I have but five minutes to live, it will be long enough to revenge myself upon you." "I will anoint your sore with this salve," rejoined Judith, producing a pot of dark-coloured ointment, and rubbing his shoulder with it.

"It was given me by Sibbald, the apothecary of Clerkenwell He is a friend of Chowles, the coffin-maker.