Upon my word I feel curious to see the witch.

Who is she like, Miriam--mamma or me ?" The woman's eyes flashed fire.
"Not like you, you son of Satan! If she was I would have strangled her in her cradle! Let me go, for the air you breathe chokes me! Dare to disobey at your peril!" "I will start for K---- to-morrow.

She will be here--my adopted daughter--before the week ends." "Good! And this old mother of yours, will she be kind to the girl?
I won't have her treated badly, you understand." "My mother will do whatever her son wishes.

She would be kind to a young gorilla if I said so.

Don't fear for your niece--she will be treated well." "Let it be so, or beware! A blood-hound on your track would be less deadly than I! I will be here again, and yet again, to see for myself that you keep your word." She strode to the door, opened it, and stood in the illuminated ball.
Johnson just had time to vanish from the key-hole and no more.