I think we helped to put a nail in his coffin
there, by gob."
"Ay," said Kate, "an' you may boast of it, you unmanly vagabone; an' yet
you purtind to have a regard for the poor girl, an' a purty way you tuck
to show it--to have her as she is, goin' about wid a pale face an' a
broken heart. Don't you see it's her more than him you're punishin', you
savage of hell?"
"You had betther keep your tongue off o' me," he replied; "I won't get
into grips wid you any more, you barge o' blazes; but, if you provoke me
wid bad language, I'll give you a clink wid one o' these sotherin'-irons
that'll put a clasp on your tongue."
"Never attempt that," she replied fiercely, "for, as sure as you do,
I'll have this knife," showing him a large, sharp-pointed one, which, in
accordance with the customs of her class, hung by a black belt of strong
leather from her side--"I'll have this customer here greased in your
puddins, my buck, and, when the win's out o' you, see what you'll be
worth--fit for Captain James's hounds; although I dunno but the very
dogs themselves is too clane to ait you."
"Come," said Bat, "we'll have no more o' this; do you, Philip, keep
quiet wid your sotherin'-iron, and, as for you, Kate, don't dhraw me
upon you; _na ha nan shin_--it isn't Philip you have. I say I'm right
well plaised that we helped to knock up the match.
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