It was a matter of keeping still, just like this; as still as a mummy in his case.

You talk about trying; I tried that! Well, here I am yet--these twenty hours.

It seems like twenty days." Bellegarde talked slowly and feebly, but distinctly enough.

It was visible, however, that he was in extreme pain, and at last he closed his eyes.

Newman begged him to remain silent and spare himself; the doctor had left urgent orders.