'There was nobody following William Perring, yet his fear, or fosiing, that his move ments were being' tracked made him shake like a dry leaf on atree, And so it would anybody. Nothing is more scaring than the thought of danger from secret enemies, Why, men have gone mad over the mere dread of them.
But Perting had no reason to suppose he was followed; in truth lie knew it couldn't his memory and his conscience assured him of that. Here's the story; you oan seo how matters were for. yourself. "Perring la a dock. Ixbourer; he liver at 45, Duke Street, Devonport, and is thirty-nine.years old, Thatho is naturally atrong and healthy. man geet without argument; otherwise "he wouldn't be a dock labourer; it ian't w calling for weak chaps.
Well, up to April, 1899, he was up to hia work; sound in wind and limb, Then he began to feel mean and stale, He saya he had a nasty tightness and heaviness about his chest, and his victuals settled down inside of him fike, a lump of lead in soft ground j.and he took to having spells of heart palpitation that shook him aa the engine shakes a ship when the screw Rois out of water, through his day's work and. then got home fe managed, did poor Perring, to pull and-down on the sofa as quick as he could, His supper was ready, but he had no.use for he couldn't eat.
In telling all this one day—the 30th of November, 1899, it was—Porring said, body ached all over, and I got 40 nervous and irritable I couldn't bear to have my. own children about me. I was that touchy and miserable, I merely wanted to be let alone.
Gradually I got s0 bad that whea out on the dock the idea would come into my head shat I vas followed, and P'd shake tike a leaf.
"The doctor sail I was suffering from-indigestion, and. that. my. cervousness.end weakness all. came, from.that; but be won't able to kelp me,
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