I could eat a bit o' you." "I can't understand it, Shock," I said.
"I wish I'd got some snails or some frogs," he muttered.

"I could eat 'em raw." "Don't," I said with a shudder.
"I knowed a chap once who eat two live frogs.

Put 'em on his tongue-- little uns, you know--and swallowed 'em down.

He said he could feel 'em hopping about inside him after.

Wasn't he a brute ?" "Don't talk to me," I cried, as I went feeling about the wall, with my head in a state of confusion.