Still, Sir, I presaged evil.

He was so long about dying.
'I'm telling you everything, you see.

I offered Irons what would have been a fortune to him--he was attending occasionally in Sturk's sick-room, and assisting in dressing his wounds--to watch his opportunity and smother him with a wet handkerchief.

I would have done it myself afterwards, on the sole opportunity that offered, had I not been interrupted.
'I engaged, with Mrs.Sturk's approval, Doctor Dillon.

I promised him five hundred guineas to trepan him.