Then again she scratched and kicked simultaneously, her voice meanwhile screaming insult and menace, which must have been audible in the neighbours' houses.
"Stop!" entreated Mrs.Clover.

"Put her down at once!" she commanded.
"Do you hear me, Mr.Gammon ?" Whether he did or not, the bold bagman paid no heed.

He had at length a firmer grip of Polly with one of her arms imprisoned.

He neared the head of the stairs, the women falling back before him.
"Mind what you're up to," he was heard to shout good-humouredly as ever.

"If you trip me we shall both break our blessed necks." "How dare you!" shrieked the voice of the captive, now growing hoarse.
"I'll give you in charge the minute I get downstairs! Ugly beast, I'll give you all in charge!" The descent began.