Did you put a fresh bandage to your leg, to keep in them Pharisee (* Varicose, we presume) veins o' yours, as the docthor ordhered you ?" This, in fact, was the usual style of his address to the old magistrate, when in conversation with him.
"Damn the quack!" replied his master: "no, I didn't." "An' why didn't you ?" "You're beginning this morning," said the other, losing temper.

"You had better keep quiet, keep your distance, if you're wise--that's all." "Why didn't you, I ax," continued Jemmy, walking up to him, with his hands in his coat pocket, and looking coolly, but authoritatively in his face.

"I tell you, and if you don't know how to take care of yourself, I do, and I will.

I'm all that's left over you now; an' in spite of all I can do, it's a purty account I'd be able to give of you, if I was called on." "This to my face!" exclaimed Dick--"this to my face, you villain!"-- and, as he spoke, the cane was brandished over Jemmy's head, as if it would descend every moment.
"Ay," replied Jemmy, without budging, "ay, indeed--an' a purty face it is--a nice face hard drinkin' an' a bad life has left you.

Ah! do it if you dare," he added, as the other swung his staff once or twice, as if about to lay it down in reality; "troth, if you do, I'll know how to act." "What would you do, you old cancer--what would you do if I did ?" "Troth, what you'll force me to do some day.