"Not only have you lost sleep, appetite, and flesh," proceeded Moore, "but your spirits are always at ebb. Besides, there is a nervous alarm in your eye, a nervous disquiet in your manner. These peculiarities were not formerly yours."
"Mr. Moore, we will pause here. You have exactly hit it. I am nervous. Now, talk of something else. What wet weather we have--steady, pouring rain!"

"Not only have you lost sleep, appetite, and flesh," proceeded Moore, "but your spirits are low. There is a nervous disquiet in your manner, which was not there before."
"Mr. Moore, you have exactly hit it. I am nervous. Now, talk of something else. What wet weather we have!"
