"Now the saints behold us! would ye snivel for a word ?" "Ye hurt me," sobbed Matcham.

"Ye hurt me when ye threw me down.

Y' are a coward to abuse your strength." "Nay, that is fool's talk," said Dick, roughly.

"Y' had no title to my windac, Master John.

I would 'a' done right to have well basted you.