"No, sir," returned the trooper, lifting up his eyes and coming out of his reverie. "I can't say anything about him. He will be worn out soon, I expect. You may file a strong man's heart away for a good many years, but it will tell all of a sudden at last."
Richard's entrance stopped the conversation. Mr. George rose, made me another of his soldierly bows, wished my guardian a good day, and strode heavily out of the room.

"No, sir. He will be worn out soon, I expect."
Richard's entrance stopped the conversation. Mr. George rose, made me another bow, and strode heavily out of the room.
