"I dare you to lay your hands on me, you vixen." _Mrs.F_.

"You do, eh?
Well, take that! and that" (cuffing him on the head).
_F_.

"You let go of my hair, or I'll murder you." _Mrs.F_.

"I will; and I'll leave this house this very night; I won't live any longer with such a monster." _F_.

"Well, quit; get out.