And Mary says he sniffed at the chops; and that gal really did expect he 'd fling them at her.

I told you what he was.
Oh, dear!' The bell was heard ringing in the midst of the landlady's lamentations.
'Go to him yourself,' said Mrs.Mel.

'No Christian man should go to sleep without his supper.' 'Ah! but he ain't a common Christian,' returned Mrs.Hawkshaw.
The old gentleman was in a hurry to know when his bed-room candle was coming up, or whether they intended to give him one at all that night; if not, let them say so, as he liked plain-speaking.

The moment Mrs.
Hawkshaw touched upon the chops, he stopped her mouth.
'Go about your business, ma'am.

You can't cook 'em.