It just seemed as if it was his own body that suffered from every blow of the pickax.

You must remember that, Madge ?" "Ay, that I do, Simon," replied she.
"I can recollect all this," resumed Simon, "since I have seen the name of Silfax on the door.

But I tell you, I thought the man was dead, and never imagined that the spiteful being we have so long sought for could be the old fireman of the Dochart pit." "Well, now, then," said Starr, "it is all quite plain.

Chance made known to Silfax the new vein of coal.

With the egotism of madness, he believed himself the owner of a treasure he must conceal and defend.