"He was running after that Alfy, who'd taken his cobbler, and he accidentally got hold of his collar, because the other dodged--as an Anthony would." "I know!" shouted Morel threateningly.
"You would, before you're told," replied his wife bitingly.
"Niver you mind," stormed Morel.

"I know my business." "That's more than doubtful," said Mrs.Morel, "supposing some loud-mouthed creature had been getting you to thrash your own children." "I know," repeated Morel.
And he said no more, but sat and nursed his bad temper.

Suddenly William ran in, saying: "Can I have my tea, mother ?" "Tha can ha'e more than that!" shouted Morel.
"Hold your noise, man," said Mrs.Morel; "and don't look so ridiculous." "He'll look ridiculous before I've done wi' him!" shouted Morel, rising from his chair and glaring at his son.
William, who was a tall lad for his years, but very sensitive, had gone pale, and was looking in a sort of horror at his father.
"Go out!" Mrs.Morel commanded her son.
William had not the wit to move.

Suddenly Morel clenched his fist, and crouched.
"I'll GI'E him 'go out'!" he shouted like an insane thing.
"What!" cried Mrs.Morel, panting with rage.

"You shall not touch him for HER telling, you shall not!" "Shonna I ?" shouted Morel.