1 He is, I fear, much concerned, but says he must think.
2 And yet he must have known how terribly anxious I was.
3 If he go through a doorway, he must open the door like a mortal.
4 I can fancy what a wonderful power he must have over his patients.
5 And yet he must have been right, for I feel comfort from them already.
6 I bade her simply tell him that he must wait, for we could see no one now.
7 He looked very sad at this, so I said that he must clear out some of them, at all events.
8 It is all done; poor dear, dear Jonathan, what he must have suffered, what must he be suffering now.
9 Then the thin man smile and say that of course he must go when he think fit; but he will be surprise if he go quite so soon.
10 Now, since I know it is all true, a hundred thousand times more do I know that he must pass through the bitter waters to reach the sweet.
11 Of one thing I am glad: if it was that the Count carried me here and undressed me, he must have been hurried in his task, for my pockets are intact.
12 There are many belongings that he must have somewhere; why not in this place so central, so quiet, where he come and go by the front or the back at all hour, when in the very vast of the traffic there is none to notice.