68 TYLNEY HALL. if you and all goodness and holiness was miles and miles asunder ! but I'll so duck you, and bob you, neck and crop, and dip and wallop you in the Red Sea, that afore we parts, you shall be as glad to hug me, and cling -to me, as a drowndin' kitten to a pail." "Fool! idiot!" exclaimed the woman. "Is this vulgar jargon to give your faith a victory over mine ? "" " I speaks as I am bid to," said the ranter. " It's the gift of tongues ; and I won't go for to pick my words, no, not if you was the Queen of Sheba, and stuck all over with peacocks' tails. I've tackled worse sinners than you—ten times worser and wickeder—tough old greyheaded sinners possessed with devils; but I've drawed 'em out, tooth and nail, as you'd draw a badger. And I've grappled with young sinners too, tender women, and maidens, and I've took them by the arms, and by the shoulders, and by the neck, and by the waist, and shook out their devils as you'd shake the gravel out of your shoe !" *^ Hands off, villain !" exclaimed the woman.
TYLNEY HALL. 69 suddenly starting to her feet. " Dare to touch me, and you shall find I have a devil in me too ! " That's him ! " shouted the ranter, also rising up ; " that's the devil as spoke ; I knowed his voice. Many a tight tussle I've had with old Cockahoop ! Ay, many a stiff round on it ; but, thanks to grace, I always broke slap-dash through his guard. And then I so tongue-banged him, a slap here, and a slash there"—here he went through a bout of single-stick— " that he hadn't a sound spot on liis black carcass as big as a tester : no, not from the top of his horns to the tip of his tail ! But I am called to the work ; and as I wrastled with him, so will I wrastle with you, thou Jezebel, thou painted sepulchre, thou wicked pagan heathen ! " Wretch ! " exclaimed the woman, while a red spot rose on her forehead, and a wild and dangerous light flashed from her dark eyes, " were it now as it has been, for the least of those infamous names thy vile flesh should be cut quiver- ing from thy bones with the cart-whip ; and the musquito and the maggot should be the sole dressers of thy wounds ! Stand off, I say ! one " "