You hurt the child.

Don't you hear how you've made it cry ?" "Throttle the kid!" rejoined Blueskin, fiercely.

"If you don't stop its squalling, I will.

I hate children.

And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies." Well knowing the savage temper of the person she had to deal with, and how likely he was to put his threat into execution, Mrs.Sheppard did not dare to return any answer; but, disengaging herself from his embrace, endeavoured meekly to comply with his request.
"And now, widow," continued the ruffian, setting down the candle, and applying his lips to the bottle neck as he flung his heavy frame upon a bench, "I've a piece o' good news for you." "Good news will be news to me.