He had all the appearances of mere youth, unspoiled by luxury and uninured to misfortune.

I scarcely ever beheld an object which laid so powerful and sudden a claim to my affection and succour.
"You are sick," said I, in as cheerful a tone as I could assume.

"Cold bricks and night-airs are comfortless attendants for one in your condition.

Rise, I pray you, and come into the house.

We will try to supply you with accommodations a little more suitable." At this address he fixed his languid eyes upon me.