"He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication. 'Nitre?' he asked, at length. 'Nitre,' I replied. ' How long have you had that cough?' 'It is nothing ,' he said, at last."
"As he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I fettered him to granite."