Ridiculous as it may appear to you, I'm in a perpetual state of nervous flutter.

I can't, for the life of me, help fearing that we shall be found out.

I fancy that every man who looks twice at me in the street is a spy--" At these words I thought my legs would have given way under me.

Nothing but strength of mind kept me at my peep-hole--nothing else, I give you my word of honor.
"Stuff and nonsense!" cries Mr.Jay, with all the effrontery of a veteran in crime.

"We have kept the secret up to this time, and we will manage cleverly to the end.