Now!" "You're a foul shrew, Mother Gargery," growled the journeyman.

"If that makes a judge of rogues, you ought to be a good'un." ("Let her alone, will you ?" said Joe.) "What did you say ?" cried my sister, beginning to scream.

"What did you say?
What did that fellow Orlick say to me, Pip?
What did he call me, with my husband standing by?
Oh! oh! oh!" Each of these exclamations was a shriek; and I must remark of my sister, what is equally true of all the violent women I have ever seen, that passion was no excuse for her, because it is undeniable that instead of lapsing into passion, she consciously and deliberately took extraordinary pains to force herself into it, and became blindly furious by regular stages; "what was the name he gave me before the base man who swore to defend me?
Oh! Hold me! Oh!" "Ah-h-h!" growled the journeyman, between his teeth, "I'd hold you, if you was my wife.

I'd hold you under the pump, and choke it out of you." ("I tell you, let her alone," said Joe.) "Oh! To hear him!" cried my sister, with a clap of her hands and a scream together,--which was her next stage.

"To hear the names he's giving me! That Orlick! In my own house! Me, a married woman! With my husband standing by! Oh! Oh!" Here my sister, after a fit of clappings and screamings, beat her hands upon her bosom and upon her knees, and threw her cap off, and pulled her hair down,--which were the last stages on her road to frenzy.