"There's no one coming," he announced.

"But see here, if you're in fear of the man, let me have another go at the manhole.
He may be down there yet, and if so I'll give him the scare of his life.
Yes, ma'am, the scare of his life.

You never saw my Hamlet, ma'am?
You never heard me hold parley with my father's ghost?
Attend!" Mr.Mortimer stepped to the manhole and struck thrice upon it with his heel.
"Glasson!" he called, in a voice so hollow that it seemed to rumble down through the bowels of earth.

"Glasson, forbear!" "For God's sake--" The woman dragged at his shoulder as he knelt.
"All is discovered, Glasson! Thy house is on fire, thy orphans are flown.

Rake not the cellarage for their bones, but see the newspapers.
Already, Glasson, the newsboys run about the streets.