I know--I feel I'm dying; but I must take the consequences.
In the meantime, my best word and wish is, that that vile jade shan't be permitted to approach or touch my body after I am dead.

My curse upon you both! for you brought me to this untimely death between you." "Why, my dear Smellpriest--" exclaimed the wife.
"Don't call me Smellpriest," he replied, interrupting her; "my name is Norbury.

But it doesn't matter--it's all up with me, and I know it will soon be all down with me; for down, down I'll go.

Strong, you hypocritical scoundrel, don't be a persecutor: look at me on the very brink of perdition for it.

And now the only comfort I have is, that I let the poor Popish bishop off.