Old Whiskers jumped out of the chair, lameness and all.
"'Out of this house, you ingrate!' he bellers.

'Out this instant! I discharge you.

Go! go!' "He was actually frothin' at the mouth.

I cal'late Olivia thought he was goin' to die, for she run to him.
"'You'd better go, I think,' says she to her shakin' beau.

'Go, dear, now.