'See the damp on the floor, look at the moss; where there's moss you may be sure that it's rheumaticky.

Try and get near that fire for to warm yourself; it'll blow the coat off your back.

And with a young gentleman with a face like yours, as pale as a tallow-candle, I'd be afeard of a churchyard cough and a galloping decline,' says Jonathan, naming the maladies with gloomy gusto, 'or the cold might strike and turn your blood,' he added.
Mr.Archer fairly laughed.

'My good Mr.Holdaway,' said he, 'I was born with that same tallow-candle face, and the only fear that you inspire me with is the fear that I intrude unwelcomely upon your private hours.

But I think I can promise you that I am very little troublesome, and I am inclined to hope that the terms which I can offer may still pay you the derangement.' 'Yes, the terms,' said Jonathan, 'I was thinking of that.