The History of Mr Polly


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What won't I do?" he said. "Once I start in on you."  
He paused, and the night about them seemed to be listening. "I'll make  
a mess of you," he said in his hoarse whisper. "I'll do you--injuries.  
I'll 'urt you. I'll kick you ugly, see? I'll 'urt you in 'orrible  
ways--'orrible, ugly ways...."  
He scrutinised Mr. Polly's face.  
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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. "I'll make a gory mess of you. I'll cut bits  
orf you--"  
He receded a little. "I got no quarrel with you," he said.  
"It's too late to go to-night," said Mr. Polly.  
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I'll be round to-morrer--'bout eleven. See? And if I finds you--"  
He produced a blood-curdling oath.  
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