"Nothin'?
You was only snifflin', was you?
You keep your fly-trap shut, my fine fellow, and make no mousy sounds to me, or it'll be the worse for you, I can tell you!" "Come, Mr.Ocock, don't be too hard on the boy." "Not be 'ard on 'im?
When I've got the nasty galoon on me 'ands again like this ?--Chucks up the good post I git 'im in Kilmore, without with your leave or by your leave.

Too lonely for 'is lordship it was.

Missed the sound o' wimmin's petticoats, 'e did." He turned fiercely on his son.

"'Ere, don't you stand starin' there! You get 'ome, and fix up for the night.

Now then, wot are you dawdlin' for, pig-'ead ?" The boy slunk away.