W. W. Jacobs,
Breaking a Spell
“ To 'ear them talk everybody seemed to think that Bill Jones was in luck; everybody but Bill Jones 'imself, that is. "I ain't fit to die," he ses, shivering. "You don't know 'ow bad I've been." "Wot 'ave you done, Bill?" ses Peter Lamb, in a soft voice. "If it'll ease your feelings afore you go to make a clean breast of it, we're all friends here." Bill groaned. "And it's too late for you to be punished for anything," ses Peter, arter a moment. Bill Jones groaned agin, and then, shaking 'is 'ead, began to w'isper 'is wrong-doings. ”
