Heriot pulled down Julia's window; he fell with a heavy thump on the ground, and I heard a shriek above.

He tried to spring to his feet, but dropped, supported himself on one of his hands, and cried: 'All right; no harm done; how do you do, Mr.Boddy?
I thought I'd try one of the attics, as we were late, not to disturb the house.

I 'm not hurt, I tell you,' he cried as loud as he could.
The usher's words were in a confusion of rage and inquiries.

He commanded Heriot to stand on his legs, abused him, asked him what he meant by it, accused him of depravity, of crime, of disgraceful conduct, and attempted to pluck him from the spot.
'Hands off me,' said Heriot; 'I can help myself.

The youngster 'll help me, and we'll go round to the front door.