If you chop me up, sur, you'll not find sixpenno'th of imagination in my carcase, but I calcalate I'm purty 'eavy wi' judgment.

Never mind, sur; Simon Slowden is in the 'ouse, if you should want help, sur." I did not feel much inclined to talk after this, and so, dismissing Simon, I began to think of how matters stood.

Certainly everything was strange.

Everything, too, had been done in a hurry.

It seemed to me I had lived a long life in twenty-four hours.