I'll 'urt you. I'll kick you ugly, see? I'll 'urt you in 'orribleways--'orrible, ugly ways...."He scrutinised Mr. Polly's face."You'll cry," he said, "to see yourself. See? Cry you will.""You got no right," began Mr. Polly."Right!" His note was fierce. "Ain't the old woman me aunt?"He spoke still closer.
Whenever I recall that time, there comesinto my head the heavy clank of our golden chains that followed everymovement. Very soon my knuckles and knees were raw, and I had a bruise onone cheek.... read more
