1 You may get cheated, robbed, and murdered in London.
2 Everybody started and looked up, as if it were the murderer.
3 I didn't know how I had done it, but I had no doubt I had murdered him somehow.
4 A highly popular murder had been committed, and Mr. Wopsle was imbrued in blood to the eyebrows.
5 A score or so of years ago, that woman was tried at the Old Bailey for murder, and was acquitted.
6 He had escaped when he was made half wild by me and my murderous intentions; and his punishment was light.
7 The other fugitive, who was evidently in extreme horror of his companion, repeated, "He tried to murder me."
8 He faintly moaned, "I am done for," as the victim, and he barbarously bellowed, "I'll serve you out," as the murderer.
9 People are put in the Hulks because they murder, and because they rob, and forge, and do all sorts of bad; and they always begin by asking questions.
10 Then, he took up the candle, and, shading it with his murderous hand so as to throw its light on me, stood before me, looking at me and enjoying the sight.
11 Curious to know whether Biddy suspected him of having had a hand in that murderous attack of which my sister had never been able to give any account, I asked her why she did not like him.
12 I was so struck by the horror of this idea, which had weighed upon me from the first, and the working out of which would make me regard myself, in some sort, as his murderer, that I could not rest in my chair, but began pacing to and fro.
13 That I sometimes struggled with real people, in the belief that they were murderers, and that I would all at once comprehend that they meant to do me good, and would then sink exhausted in their arms, and suffer them to lay me down, I also knew at the time.
14 Crowding up with these reflections came the reflection that I had seen him with my childish eyes to be a desperately violent man; that I had heard that other convict reiterate that he had tried to murder him; that I had seen him down in the ditch tearing and fighting like a wild beast.
15 At once ferocious and maudlin, I was made to murder my uncle with no extenuating circumstances whatever; Millwood put me down in argument, on every occasion; it became sheer monomania in my master's daughter to care a button for me; and all I can say for my gasping and procrastinating conduct on the fatal morning, is, that it was worthy of the general feebleness of my character.