I have given him leave to get up.

He has the constitution of a tiger.

I wish we could give some of it to the boy." "Ah, indeed!" said the captain, with a sigh.
On the following day, a desire took possession of the guardian to visit his dear ward in the sick-chamber.

Rosalind, who had clung to her post, defiant of fatigue and sleep, had been prevailed upon in deference to her father's peremptory command to seize an hour's sleep in her own room.
"I will sit with him myself," said the captain.

"You must not be selfish, my child, in using your privilege.