'Your son knows me; I don't eat babies; I don't like 'em.

It will be as well to stop that young screamer though, in case I should be tempted to do him a mischief.

Holloa, sir! Will you be quiet ?' Little Jacob stemmed the course of two tears which he was squeezing out of his eyes, and instantly subsided into a silent horror.
'Mind you don't break out again, you villain,' said Quilp, looking sternly at him, 'or I'll make faces at you and throw you into fits, I will.

Now you sir, why haven't you been to me as you promised ?' 'What should I come for ?' retorted Kit.

'I hadn't any business with you, no more than you had with me.' 'Here, mistress,' said Quilp, turning quickly away, and appealing from Kit to his mother.