He uttered a hollow groan, and cried—
"Save us and keep us! where am I?"
"Retire, gentlemen," said the doctor, waving his hand authoritatively; "retire—all but the under-sheriff."
Murphy cleared the room, and shut the door, while M'Garry still kept exclaiming, "Save us and keep us! where am I? What's this? O Lord!"
"You're dead!" said Murphy; "and the coroner's inquest has just sat on you!"
An Irish Inquest
"Dead!" cried M'Garry, with a horrified stare.
"Dead!" repeated the doctor, solemnly.