"He walks in his sleep, and snores when he's awake.

I MUST call the doctor." "What--what--" The lightkeeper's wrath was interfering with his utterance.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sputtered incoherently.
"Be calm, Atkins," coaxed the assistant.

"Don't complicate your diseases by adding heart trouble.

Three times today I've caught you peeping at me through the crack of that door.