I've a charm near ready that'll get a clue to it.

I'm watchin' him--and I'm watched myself--an' Ellen's watched.

He has hardly a house to put his head in; but _nabockish!_ I'll bring you an' him together--ay, _dher manim_, an' I'll make him give you the first blow; afther that, if you don't give him one, it's your own fau't." "Get the money first, granny.

I won't give him the blow till _it_ is safe." "Won't you ?" replied the beldame; "ay, _dher Creestha_, will you, whin you know what.

I have to tell you about him an'-- an'-- --" "And who, granny ?" "_Diououl_, man, but I'm afeard to tell you, for fraid you'd kill me." "Tut, Nelly; I'd not strike an Obeah-wo-man," said he, laughing.
"I suspect foul play between him an'-- her." "Eh?
Fury of hell, no!" "He's very handsome," said the other, "an' young--far younger than you are, by thirteen--" "Go on--go on," said the Dead Boxer, interrupting her, and clenching his fist, whilst his eyes literally glowed like live coals, "go on--I'll murder him, but not till--yes, I'll murder him at a blow--I will; but no--not till you secure the money first.