My ears are closed to all dreadful and distressing narratives.

I will imagine the madman--let us talk of something else." "You will probably see him, Fritz, in a few weeks' time." "You don't mean to tell me he is coming into this house ?" "I am afraid it's likely, to say the least of it." Fritz looked at me like a man thunderstruck.

"There are some disclosures," he said, in his quaint way, "which are too overwhelming to be received on one's legs.

Let us sit down." He led the way to a summer-house at the end of the garden.

On the wooden table, I observed a bottle of the English beer which my friend prized so highly, with glasses on either side of it.
"I had a presentiment that we should want a consoling something of this sort," said Fritz.