You are by and by pierced for it as hard as they can thrust.

Or you have incidentally compared Welsh mutton with Southdown:--you have not highly esteemed their drunken Bards:--you have asked what the Welsh have done in the world; you are supposed to have slighted some person of their family--a tenth cousin!--anything turns their blood.

Or you have once looked straight at them without speaking, and you discover years after that they have chosen to foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment; and they have the astounding presumption to account this misreading of your look to the extent of a full justification, nothing short of righteous, for their treachery and your punishment! O those Welshwomen! The much-suffering lord of Earlsfont stretched forth his open hand, palm upward, for a testifying instrument to the plain truth of his catalogue of charges.

He closed it tight and smote the table.

'Like mother--and grandmother too--like daughter!' he said, and generalised again to preserve his dignity: 'They're aflame in an instant.