See--he swallows free enough;' and then Black Dillon plucked up his eyelids with a roughness that terrified the reverential and loving Mrs.Sturk, and examined the distorted pupils.
'You see the cast in that eye, Ma'am; there's the pressure on the brain.' Dillon was lecturing her upon the case as he proceeded, from habit, just as he did the students in the hospital.
'No convulsions, Ma'am ?' 'Oh, no, Sir, thank Heaven; nothing in the least--only quiet sleep, Sir; just like that.' 'Sleep, indeed--that's no sleep, Ma'am.

Boo-hooh! I couldn't bawl that way in his face, Ma'am, without disturbing him, Ma'am, if it was.

Now we'll get him up a bit--there, that's right--aisy.

He was lying, Ma'am, I understand, on his back, when they found him in the park, Ma'am--so Mr.Dangerfield says--ay.

Well, slip the cap off--backward--backward, you fool; that'll do.