"All shall be well, all shall be well.

Sit down, man, and trust me.

What is the terrible debt of gratitude you owe the doctor ?" Spite of the other's invitation, the smith remained standing and with downcast eyes, began: "I am not good at talking.

You know how I was thrown into a dungeon on Valentine's account, but no one can understand my feelings during that time.

Ulrich was left alone here among this miserable rabble with nobody to care for him, for our old maid-servant was seventy.