Indeed, his experiences of life, and the situations in which he had found himself since they had last met, were rather eccentric and instructive than quite pleasant to remember.

And Nutter, in his way, was a proud fellow, and neither liked to be gaped at nor pitied.
But Toole was a thorough partisan of his, and had been urgent for permission to see him in gaol, and they knew how true he had been to poor Sally Nutter, and altogether felt very much at home with him.
So sitting in that twilight room, flanked with piles of expended briefs, and surrounded with neatly docketed packets of attested copies, notices, affidavits, and other engines of legal war--little Toole having expended his congratulations, and his private knowledge of Sturk's revelations, fell upon the immediate subject of his visit.
'That rogue, Davy O'Reegan, looked in on me not an hour ago, at the Phoenix' (and he gave them a very spirited, but I'm afraid a somewhat fanciful description of the combat.) 'And I'm afraid he'll give us a deal of trouble yet.

He told me that the certificate--' 'Ay--here's a copy;' and Luke Gamble threw a paper on the table before him.
'That's it--Mary Duncan--1750--the very thing--the rascal! Well, he said, you know, but I knew better, that you had admitted the certificate formally.' 'So I have.

Sir,' said.

Mr.Gamble, drily, stuffing his hands into his breeches' pockets, and staring straight at Toole with elevated eyebrows, and as the little doctor thought, with a very odd expression in his eyes.
'You _have_, Sir ?' 'I have!' and then followed a little pause, and Mr.Gamble said-- 'I did so, Sir, because there's no disputing it--and--and I think, Doctor Toole, I know something of my business.' There was another pause, during which Toole, flushed and shocked, turned his gaze from Gamble to Nutter.
''Tis a true bill, then ?' said Toole, scarcely above his breath, and very dismally.
A swarthy flush covered Nutter's dark face.