I know, for I have occasionally tried a clear conscience--only by way of experiment, you know," he added, apologetically.
"Well, whatever the case, I was sleeping as though on downy beds of ease." "Then my mind is lightened of a mountain-load of responsibility for having made you pass a miserable night.

But let's go in to breakfast.
I am opposed to doing anything on an empty stomach--even to holding a pleasant conversation.

It invites malaria, and malaria brings a number of disagreeable sensations which people mistake for repentance, remorse, religious awakening, and so on, according to their mental idiosyncrasies, and the state of their digestion." The breakfast did not help remove the unpleasant impressions already made upon her mind.

The cloth that covered the coarse planks of the table was unmistakably a well-worn sheet.

Tin cups and platters made humble substitution for china, and were appropriately accompanied by cast-iron knives and two tined forks.
Two Hospital Stewards--denoted by the green bands, embroidered with CADUCEI, around their arms--and the same number of Wardmasters, formed the mess which sat down with Dr.Denslow and Rachel, on benches around the table.
What bouyant cheerfulness could do to raise Rachel's spirits and give an appetizing flavor to the coarse viands, Dr.Denslow did.
"I apprehend," said he, "that you will suspect that in obtaining this steak the indefatigable cook made a mistake, and sliced a piece from a side of sole leather hanging near.