There is scarcely a night that some crazy being does not destroy himself in the same way.

We never concern ourselves about such persons except to strip them of their apparel." "Unfeeling wretch!" cried Leonard, unable to restrain his indignation.
"Give me your fork, and I will pull him out myself." Instead of surrendering the implement, Chowles flourished it over his head with the intention of striking the apprentice, but the latter nimbly avoided the blow, and snatching it from his grasp, ran back to the plague-pit.

He was followed by Chowles and the burier, who threatened him with loud oaths.

Regardless of their menaces, Leonard fixed the hook in the dress of the struggling man, and exerting all his strength, drew him out of the abyss.

He had just lodged him in safety on the brink when Chowles and his companion came up.
"Keep off!" cried Leonard, brandishing his fork as he spoke; "you shall neither commit robbery nor murder here.