"After travelling all the way from Plymouth!" "I can't possibly tell you," she repeated.
"But, madam, consider my responsibility! I must really ask you to consider my responsibility." "If I could only realise it! Oh, give me time, sir!" "Certainly, certainly; by all means take your time.

Nevertheless, when you consider my distress of mind, I appeal to you, madam, to be merciful and relieve it.

After travelling all this distance in the dark--" "In the dark ?" queried Miss Marty, with a glance at the window.
"Tormented by a thousand speculations.

In my house, too! In good health, and apparently the best of spirits; and then without a word, like the snuff of a candle!" "His brain must be affected," Miss Marty murmured, gazing at the letter again.

The handwriting swam before her.