When she got her tongue, she stormed out, "Go about your business, you puppy, or I will take a stick to you!" I could not speak, I was so scared.

I knew that with his notions about the human race Satan would consider it a matter of no consequence to strike her dead, there being "plenty more"; but my tongue stood still, I could give her no warning.

But nothing happened; Satan remained tranquil--tranquil and indifferent.

I suppose he could not be insulted by Ursula any more than the king could be insulted by a tumble-bug.

The old woman jumped to her feet when she made her remark, and did it as briskly as a young girl.