Be quiet, will you, or my sinful sowl to glory, but I'll bundle you downstairs ?" "He will be quiet, Pat," said the stranger.

"In truth, after all, this is a mere physical malady, Mr.Fenton, and will pass away immediately, if you will only sit down and collect yourself a little." Fenton, however, made another unavailable attempt at struggle, and found that he was only exhausting himself to no purpose.

All at once, or rather following up his previous suspicions, he seemed to look upon the powerful individual who held him, as a person who had become suddenly invested with a new character that increased his terrors; and yet, if we may say so, almost forced him into an anxiety to suppress their manifestation.

His limbs, however, began to tremble excessively; his eyes absolutely dilated, and became filled by a sense of terror, nearly as wild as despair itself.

The transitions of his temper, however, like those of his general conduct, supervened upon each other with remarkable rapidity, and, as it were, the result of quick, warm, and inconsiderate impulses.
"Well," he exclaimed at length, "I will be quiet, I am, I assure you, perfectly harmless; but, at the same time," he added, sitting down, "I know that the whole dialogue between you and that awful-looking man, was a plot laid for me.