Don't be afraid--I won't hurt you.

I'm always agreeable to the women, bless their kind hearts! Now! slip the purse into my hand.

Bravo!--the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better.

And now for the fawney--the ring I mean.

I'm no great judge of these articles, Ma'am; but I trust to your honour not to palm off paste upon me." "It is a diamond," said the lady, in an agony of distress,--"the child!" "A diamond! Here, take the kid," cried Blueskin, slipping the infant adroitly under her scarf.