CHAPTER 39
BOOK II
How I Went down into the Shadows
CHAPTER 39Visible text2 paragraphs
"Peter," said George, one evening, turning to me with the troubled look I had seen so often on his face of late, "what be wrong wi' you, my chap? You be growing paler everyday. Oh, Peter! you be like a man as is dyin' by inches -- if 'tis any o' my doin' -- "
"Nonsense, George! " I broke in with sudden asperity, "I am well enough!"