He sits in the cold half the night, just to make people sorry for him.

He doesn't get much pity from me, the silly fellow.' She ran up the stairs.

Grail, as soon as she was gone, fell into a reverie.

It did not seem a pleasant one.
In a few minutes Mrs.Poole was heard returning; behind her came a heavier foot.

Ackroyd certainly looked far from well, but had assumed a gay air, which he exaggerated.
'Come to see if I've hanged myself, old man?
Not quite so bad as that yet.