are not thrown into conversation. But altogether the elegance

for him. Do you hear me?' cried Nancy stamping her foot upon the

'Hear you!' repeated Sikes turning round in his chair to confront

her. 'Aye! And if I hear you for half a minute longer, the dog

shall have such a grip on your throat as'll tear some of that

screaming voice out. Wot has come over you, you jade! Wot is

'Let me go,' said the girl with great earnestness; then sitting

herself down on the floor, before the door, she said, 'Bill, let

me go; you don't know what you are doing. You don't, indeed. For