When we left the cars, and Richard put me in a carriage, the motion of the carriage and its jarring over the stones were almost unendurable.

Richard was too anxious now to say much to me.

The expression of relief on his face as we reached Varick-street was unspeakable.

He hurried up the steps and rang the bell, then came back for me, and half carried me up the steps.
The door was opened by Ann Coddle, who was thrown into a helpless state of amazement by seeing me, not knowing why in this condition I did come, or why I came at all.

She shrieked, and ejaculated, and backed almost down the basement stairs.