Oh, everything was against him; and, starting to his feet, he flung the accursed gold over the rocks far into the sea.
When he got home he felt so inconceivably wretched that, unable to work, he begged leave to go to bed at once.

It was long before he fell asleep; but when he did, the sleep was more terrible than the haunted wakefulness.

For he had no rest from tormenting and horrid dreams.
Brigson and Billy, their bodies grown to gigantic proportions, and their faces fierce with demoniacal wickedness, seemed to be standing over him, and demanding five pounds on pain of death.

Flights of pigeons darkening the air, settled on him, and flapped about him.

He fled from them madly through the dark midnight, but many steps pursued him.