"The Individual squeezed him a little too hard, I suppose," he added, applying his ear to the region of the heart, and moving his head about a little as he did so.
"I hate men who make statements about things they do not understand," he said viciously, looking up as he spoke, but without any expression of satisfaction.

"He is no more dead than you are--the greater pity! It would have been so convenient.

It is nothing but a slight syncope--probably the result of poorness of blood and an over-excited state of the nervous system.

Help me to lay him on his back.

You ought to have known that was the only thing to do.