I am sorry that my sense of humour is not in touch with yours.

You are a great traveller, and you have shaken death by the hand before.

For me it is a new thing.

The man's face haunts me! I cannot sleep or rest for thinking of it--as I have seen it dead, and as I saw it alive pressed against my window that night.

Who was he?
What did he want with me ?" "How do you know," Ray asked, "that he wanted anything from you ?" "He looked in at my window." "He might have seen me enter." Then I told him what I had meant to keep secret.
"He asked for me in the village.