Ah! If it was all your money twenty times told, to the last brass farden!" As he shook his heavy hand at me, with his mouth snarling like a tiger's, I felt that it was true.
"What are you going to do to me ?" "I'm a going," said he, bringing his fist down upon the table with a heavy blow, and rising as the blow fell to give it greater force,--"I'm a going to have your life!" He leaned forward staring at me, slowly unclenched his hand and drew it across his mouth as if his mouth watered for me, and sat down again.
"You was always in Old Orlick's way since ever you was a child.

You goes out of his way this present night.

He'll have no more on you.

You're dead." I felt that I had come to the brink of my grave.

For a moment I looked wildly round my trap for any chance of escape; but there was none.
"More than that," said he, folding his arms on the table again, "I won't have a rag of you, I won't have a bone of you, left on earth.