So am I, or next door to it.

I showed it you for a caution; if you go on the streets, it spells death to me, Rowley.' 'If you please, sir,' says Rowley.
'Come to think of it,' I continued, 'you must take a cold, or something.
No good of awakening Mrs.McRankine's suspicions.' 'A cold ?' he cried, recovering immediately from his depression.

'I can do it, Mr.Anne.' And he proceeded to sneeze and cough and blow his nose, till I could not restrain myself from smiling.
'Oh, I tell you, I know a lot of them dodges,' he observed proudly.
'Well, they come in very handy,' said I.
'I'd better go at once and show it to the old gal, 'adn't I ?' he asked.
I told him, by all means; and he was gone upon the instant, gleeful as though to a game of football.
I took up the paper and read carelessly on, my thoughts engaged with my immediate danger, till I struck on the next paragraph:-- 'In connection with the recent horrid murder in the Castle, we are desired to make public the following intelligence.

The soldier, Champdivers, is supposed to be in the neighbourhood of this city.

He is about the middle height or rather under, of a pleasing appearance and highly genteel address.