" There, there, children--to your seats! " cried Hindley, bustling in. " That brute of a lad has warmed me nicely. Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists--it will give you an appetite! "
Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you, who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel!
" There, you suspicious brute, " she said, not sorry that Nana was in disgrace. " They are perfectly safe, aren't they? Every one of the little angels sound asleep in bed. Listen to their gentle breathing" .