"Merry and happy, was it?" asked the chemist in a low voice. "Merry and happy old man!"—The Haunted Man, chap. i.
It roved from door-step to door-step, in the arms of little Johnny Tetterby, and lagged heavily at the rear of troops of juveniles who followed the tumblers, etc.—The Haunted Man, chap. ii.
"Mr. Redlaw!" he exclaimed, and started up—The Haunted Man, chap. ii.
