"There's folks I've lent money to, as perhaps I shall repent o' lending money to kin." "Come, come, come," said Mr.Glegg, soothingly.

But Mr.Tulliver was not to be hindered of his retort.
"You've got a bond for it, I reckon," he said; "and you've had your five per cent, kin or no kin." "Sister," said Mrs.Tulliver, pleadingly, "drink your wine, and let me give you some almonds and raisins." "Bessy, I'm sorry for you," said Mrs.Glegg, very much with the feeling of a cur that seizes the opportunity of diverting his bark toward the man who carries no stick.

"It's poor work talking o' almonds and raisins." "Lors, sister Glegg, don't be so quarrelsome," said Mrs.Pullet, beginning to cry a little.

"You may be struck with a fit, getting so red in the face after dinner, and we are but just out o' mourning, all of us,--and all wi' gowns craped alike and just put by; it's very bad among sisters." "I should think it _is_ bad," said Mrs.Glegg.

"Things are come to a fine pass when one sister invites the other to her house o' purpose to quarrel with her and abuse her." "Softly, softly, Jane; be reasonable, be reasonable," said Mr.Glegg.
But while he was speaking, Mr.Tulliver, who had by no means said enough to satisfy his anger, burst out again.
"Who wants to quarrel with you ?" he said.