Mrs.Ripley opened a bottle and smelled of it like a cautious cat.
"Ugh! Merciful sakes, what stuff! It ain't fit f'r a hog to take.

What'd you think you was goin'to do with it ?" she asked in poignant disgust.
"I expected to take it--if I was sick.

Whaddy ye s'pose ?" He defiantly stood his ground, towering above her like a leaning tower.
"The hull cartload of it ?" "No.

I'm goin' to sell part of it an' git me an overcoat"---- "Sell it!" she shouted.

"Nobuddy'll buy that sick'nin' stuff but an old numbskull like you.