Whenever I could get a chance, I sprinkled a little of this dust about the linen of the bed, where they would breathe it on retiring.

This was to act upon them as what is called a kind of love powder, to change their sentiments of anger, to those of love, towards me, but this all proved to be vain imagination.

The old man had my money, and I was treated no better for it.
One night when I went in to make a fire, I availed myself of the opportunity of sprinkling a very heavy charge of this powder about my master's bed.

Soon after their going to bed, they began to cough and sneeze.

Being close around the house, watching and listening, to know what the effect would be, I heard them ask each other what in the world it could be, that made them cough and sneeze so.