Why, the very last time I fought the trades, my wife was threatened I should be brought home on a shutter, with my intestines sweeping the ground.

That was the purport, only it was put vernacular and stronger.

And they reminded me that the old gal's clothes (that is Mrs.Cheetham: she is only twenty-six, and the prettiest lass in Coventry, and has a row of ivories that would do your heart good: now these Hillsborough hags haven't got a set of front teeth among 'em, young or old).

Well, they told me the old gal's clothes could easily be spoiled, and her doll's face and all, with a penn'orth of vitriol." "The monsters!" "But it was all brag.

These things are threatened fifty times, for once they are done." "I shall not risk it.