You're a beastly woman." She turned upon him, her face purple.

"That's enough, Master Jeremy," she said, her voice low and trembling.

"I'm not here to be called names by such as you.

You'll be sorry for this before you're much older....
You see." There was then an awful and sickly pause.

Jeremy seemed to himself to be sinking lower and lower into a damp clammy depth of degradation.