"Every drop of blood tingles in my veins as if it had pinpoints, and my knees refuse to bear their burden.
What can be the meaning of all this?
This is some practice of thine, thou dog leech!" "Ay--ay, so it is, honest Bonthron," said Dwining--"a practice thou shalt thank me for when thou comest to learn it.

In the mean while, stretch down in the stern of that boat, and let me wrap this cloak about thee." Assisted into the boat accordingly, Bonthron was deposited there as conveniently as things admitted of.

He answered their attentions with one or two snorts resembling the grunt of a boar who has got some food particularly agreeable to him.
"And now, Buncle," said the chirurgeon, "your valiant squireship knows your charge.

You are to carry this lively cargo by the river to Newburgh, where you are to dispose of him as you wot of; meantime, here are his shackles and bandages, the marks of his confinement and liberation.

Bind them up together, and fling them into the deepest pool you pass over; for, found in your possession, they might tell tales against us all.