"Knees—I won't do so no more."
"Yes,—knees, I won't do so no more."
"As sure as I lies on this floor."
"Yes,—as sure as I lies on this floor.—Death and the devil, you've killed me!"
Ben took hold of the reverend gentleman by the back of the neck, and pressed his head down upon the floor, until his nose, which had before been such a sufferer, was nearly completely flattened with his face.
"Now you may go;" said Ben.
Mr. Lupin scrambled to his feet; but Ben followed him into the passage, and did not yet let him go, until he had accelerated his movements by two hearty kicks. And then the victorious beef-eater returned to the parlour.
"Why, Ben," said Mr. Oakley, "you are quite a poet."
"I believe you, Oakley, my boy," said Ben, "and now let us be off, and have a pint round the corner."
"What!" exclaimed Mrs. Oakley, "and leave me here, you wretches?"