His chest swelled, and his legs got weak, and he was short of breath.

The well-worn wooden stool was 'beyond him,' he complained.

He sat in an arm-chair with a cushion, and sometimes wheezed so, for minutes together, that he couldn't turn the key.

When he was overpowered by these fits, the debtor often turned it for him.

'You and me,' said the turnkey, one snowy winter's night when the lodge, with a bright fire in it, was pretty full of company, 'is the oldest inhabitants.