There don't seem nothing certain in these matters.

That's the awkward part of it, so it seems to me.

'E got 'imself a machine, by means of which 'e'd 'ang 'imself up to the wall, and behave for all the world like a beetle with a pin stuck through 'im, poor thing.

It used to give me the shudders to catch sight of 'im through the 'alf-open door.

For that was part of the game: you 'ad to 'ave a current of air through the room, the result of which was that for six months out of the year 'e'd be coughing and blowing 'is nose from morning to night.