It was in his bedroom he was, and devil such a state ever you saw as he had the place in.

The sheets and the blankets was off the bed, scattered here and there about the floor, and the pillow along with them.

It was like as if they'd been holding a meeting about the land, and the police were after interfering with it, such a scatteration as there was.

I hadn't the door hardly opened before he was at me.

'You detestable villain,' says he, 'what do you mean by asking me to sleep in a bed like that?
Isn't it enough for you to have me near poisoned with paraffin oil without--' 'If there's hell raised on the bed,' said I, 'and I don't deny but there is, it's yourself riz it.