Ha ha! ho ho!--These sausages is done; now you clean that fryin'-pan; and if I can find a speck of dirt in it as big as 'arlf a farden, I'll take you by the 'air of the 'ed an' clean it with your face, _that's_ what I'll do I Understand?
Oh, I mean what I say, my lady! Me an' you's a-goin' to spend a evenin' together, there's no two ways about that.

Ho ho! he he!' The frankness of Clem's brutality went far towards redeeming her character.

The exquisite satisfaction with which she viewed Jane's present misery, the broad joviality with which she gloated over the prospect of cruelties shortly to be inflicted, put her at once on a par with the noble savage running wild in woods.

Civilisation could bring no charge against this young woman; it and she had no common criterion.
Who knows but this lust of hers for sanguinary domination was the natural enough issue of the brutalising serfdom of her predecessors in the family line of the Peckovers?
A thrall suddenly endowed with authority will assuredly make bitter work for the luckless creature in the next degree of thraldom.
A cloth was already spread across one end of the deal table, with such other preparations for a meal as Clem deemed adequate.

The sausages--five in number--she had emptied from the frying-pan directly on to her plate, and with them all the black rich juice that had exuded in the process of cooking--particularly rich, owing to its having several times caught fire and blazed triumphantly.