The tones of his voice were dull and startling, and echoed strangely in Will's heart.
'I beg your pardon,' he said, with some discomposure.

'What do you mean ?' 'Look at me, and you will find your eyesight swim.

Raise your hand; it is dead-heavy.

This is your last bottle of wine, Master Will, and your last night upon the earth.' 'You are a doctor ?' quavered Will.
'The best that ever was,' replied the other; 'for I cure both mind and body with the same prescription.

I take away all plain and I forgive all sins; and where my patients have gone wrong in life, I smooth out all complications and set them free again upon their feet.' 'I have no need of you,' said Will.
'A time comes for all men, Master Will,' replied the doctor, 'when the helm is taken out of their hands.