Sit down, I command you.

Winny, show the person into this room.

I'll see her myself; and that's more than she bargained for, I'll be sworn." Finding it useless to struggle further, Mr.Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission.
"At length, I have my wish," continued Mrs.Wood, regarding her husband with a glance of vindictive triumph.

"I shall behold the shameless hussy, face to face; and, if I find her as good-looking as she's represented, I don't know what I'll do in the end; but I'll begin by scratching her eyes out." In this temper, it will naturally be imagined, that Mrs.Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging.

As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with.