“They stared at him with such fixed, statue-like gaze, that his heart turned within him and his knees smote together.”
“He even ventured to taste the beverage, which he found had much of the flavour of excellent Hollands.”
“Surely,” thought he, “I have not slept here all night.... Oh! that flagon! that wicked flagon! what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle?”