He was taken suddenly with violent pain; and now he lies groaning.

They are doing what they can for him, but I fear, in this weather, he will not recover.

Evidently he has severe inflammation; the symptoms are those of the worst form of the disease now about." "Hustled here in the dark to die like a rat!" muttered his lordship.
"Don't make a trap of the old place, my lord," said the laird cheerily.

"The moment the roads will permit, I will see that you have horses." "I don't doubt you'll be glad enough to get rid of me." "We shall not regret your departure so much, my lord, as if we had been able to make your lordship comfortable," said the laird.
With that there came another great howling onset of wind.

Lord Mergwain started almost to his feet, but sat down instantly, and said with some calmness, "I should be obliged, Mr.Warlock, if you would order a wine-glass or two for me.