In fact, what remained of the peppermint lozenge had somehow jolted into his windpipe, and kept him occupied with the earlier symptoms of strangulation.
His facial contortions, though of the liveliest, were unaccompanied by sound, and, therefore, unheeded.

The crowder, with his eyes contemplatively fastened on the capital of a distant pillar, was pursuing a train of reflection upon Church music; and the others regarded the crowder.
"Now supposin', friends, as I'd a-fashioned the wondrous words o' the ditty we've just polished off; an' supposin' a friend o' mine, same as Uncle Issy might he, had a-dropped in, in passin', an' heard me read the same.

'Hullo!' he'd 'a said, 'You've a-put the same words twice over.' 'How's that ?' 'How's that?
Why, here's _O ye Whales_ (pointin' wi' his finger), an' lo! again, _O ye Wells_.' ''T'aint the same,' I'd ha' said.

'Well,' says Uncle Issy, ''tis _spoke_ so, anyways'-- " "Crowder, you puff me up," murmured Uncle Issy, charmed with this imaginative and wholly flattering sketch.

"No--really now! Though, indeed, strange words have gone abroad before now, touching my wisdom; but I blow no trumpet." "Such be your very words," the crowder insisted.