"I tell ye, sargeant dear," said Betty, removing the mug from her mouth, "'tis no r'asonable to think it was more than the piddler himself; sure now, where was the smell of sulphur, and the wings, and the tail, and the cloven foot?
- Én mondom magának, őrmester úr drága - jelentette ki Betty, letéve a korsóját -, mégiscsak a házaló volt az, senki más, mert ha nem, akkor hol marad a kénszag meg a szárnyak meg az ördögfarok meg a pata?