For half an hour or so Sir George went on drinking.

All at once he started to his feet, and turning towards the bed a white face distorted with agony, kneeled down on the box and groaned out: "O God, the pains o' hell hae gotten haud upo' me.

O Lord, I'm i' the grup o' Sawtan.

The deevil o' drink has me by the hause.

I doobt, O Lord, ye're gauin' to damn me dreidfu'.