He walked the floor; at night he could not sleep.

He seemed to be in a very torture-chamber of his own making, and the tortures were worse than any enemies could have devised.

Suppose Thomas Payne was sitting up with Charlotte this Sunday night.

Once he thought, wildly, of going up the hill to see if there was a light in her parlor, but it seemed to him as if the doubt was more endurable than the certainty might be.

Suppose Thomas Payne was sitting up with Charlotte; he called to mind all her sweet ways.