What do you mane, you bloody devil?
It is going to tear my flesh with your teeth you are?
Hould off! or, as heaven's above us, I'll stab you with the knife." "You can't," shouted the other; "the knife's bent, or you'd be done for before this.

I'll taste your blood for all that!" and, as the words were uttered, the step-mother gave a sudden scream, making at the same time a violent effort to disentangle herself, which she did.
Sarah started to her feet, and flying towards the door, exclaimed with shouts of wild triumphant laughter-- "Ha, ha, ha! do you feel anything?
I was near havin' the best part of one of your ears--ha, ha, ha!--but unfortunately I missed it; an' now look to yourself.

Your day is gone, an' mine is come.

I've tasted-your blood, an' I like it--ha, ha, ha!--an' if as you say it's kind father for me to be fond o' blood, I say you had better take care of yourself.
And I tell you more: we'll take care of your fair-haired beauty for you--my father and myself will--an' I'm told to act against her, an' I will too; an' you'll see what we'll bring your pet, _Gra Gal_ Sullivan, to yet! There's news for you!" She then went down to the river which flowed past, in whose yellow and turbid waters--for it was now swollen with rain--she washed the blood from her hands and face with an apparently light heart.

Having meditated for some time, she fell a laughing at the fierce conflict that had just taken place, exclaiming to herself-- "Ha, ha, ha! Well now if I had killed her--got the ould knife into her heart--I might lave the counthry.