Knowing my aunt," reflected Carl dryly, "that is really very humorous.

What were you doing in the meantime ?" Carl shifted the lamp that its pale fan of light might fall full upon the other's face.
"Let me tell you--do!" said he.

"For I'm sure I know.

During the summer, my dear Kronberg, I was the victim of a series of peculiar and persistent attacks.

To a growing habit of unremitting vigilance and suspicion, I may thank my life.