I don't like the carving knife, Mr. Hindley," I answered "it has been cutting red herrings. I'd rather be shot-if you please." "You'd rather be damned!" he said [...] "open your mouth" He held the knife in his hand, and pushed its point between my teeth but, for my part, I was never much afraid of his vagaries. I spat out, and affirmed it tasted detestably-I would not take it on any account.

p.67 // Nelly is so hardcore O.O