The day sweet Jeannette weds with you, I will saddle the horse shall carry you to church.

Till then, if I catch so much as her name on your foul lips, I will drop you, feet uppermost, in the mud of Fleet Ditch.

So make a bargain of it." He turned green at that, for he guessed I meant what I said.
"What ?" began he; "you who ruined my master, and robbed--" Here I sprang to my feet, and he stopped short.
"Robbed whom ?" demanded I.
"Enough," said he, motioning me to sit down.

"I resolved, when you came, to hold no parley with you, and I repent me I have done so.
Henceforth, Humphrey Dexter, we are strangers." "Be what you will," said I, "only keep a civil tongue in your head." And I went up to bed.
Now this was yet another trial to Peter, who had been used to lie alone while I was absent, and now loathed that I should rob him thus of half his kicking room.

But he durst say naught.