I shouldn't wonder.

The devil's loose in London somewhere.

Damme if I wouldn't twist his neck round, on the chance, if I had MY way.' The young man had taken two or three steps away, as if to go and see this creature, when he was arrested by the voice of Barnaby.
'It's mine,' he called out, half laughing and half weeping--'my pet, my friend Grip.

Ha ha ha! Don't hurt him, he has done no harm.

I taught him; it's my fault.