Your blood shall pay for that of my two hounds, you ragamuffin.

I would not have parted with them to save your whole generation from the gallows, you ruffian, you!" "None of your jaw, you swab--none of your jaw," replied my uncle, "else I shall trim your laced jacket for you.

I shall rub you down with an oaken towel, my boy, I shall." So saying, he sheathed his hanger, and grasped his cudgel.

Meanwhile the people of the house being alarmed, one of my female cousins opened a window, and asked what was the matter.
"The matter!" answered the lieutenant; "no great matter, young woman; I have business with the old gentleman, and this spark, belike, won't allow me to come alongside of him," that's all.

After a few minutes pause we were admitted, and conducted to my grandfather's chamber through a lane of my relations, who honoured me with very significant looks as I passed along.