"You bring 'em both to me." He tilted me again.

"Or I'll have your heart and liver out." He tilted me again.
I was dreadfully frightened, and so giddy that I clung to him with both hands, and said, "If you would kindly please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be sick, and perhaps I could attend more." He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weathercock.

Then, he held me by the arms, in an upright position on the top of the stone, and went on in these fearful terms:-- "You bring me, to-morrow morning early, that file and them wittles.

You bring the lot to me, at that old Battery over yonder.

You do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let to live.