I heard a malignant, crackly laugh by the fire, and turning, beheld that odious Joseph standing rubbing his bony hands, and quivering.
'"I wer sure he'd sarve ye out! He's a grand lad! He's getten t' raight sperrit in him! _He_ knaws--ay, he knaws, as weel as I do, who sud be t' maister yonder--Ech, ech, ech! He made ye skift properly! Ech, ech, ech!" '"Where must we go ?" I asked of my cousin, disregarding the old wretch's mockery.
'Linton was white and trembling.

He was not pretty then, Ellen: oh, no! he looked frightful; for his thin face and large eyes were wrought into an expression of frantic, powerless fury.

He grasped the handle of the door, and shook it: it was fastened inside.
'"If you don't let me in, I'll kill you!--If you don't let me in, I'll kill you!" he rather shrieked than said.

"Devil! devil!--I'll kill you--I'll kill you!" Joseph uttered his croaking laugh again.
'"Thear, that's t' father!" he cried.

"That's father! We've allas summut o' either side in us.