D'ye mind yon nicht langsyne when your faither came in wi' a terrible look in his een and struck me in the breist?
But aboot that word—I've heard ye say yirsel' frae the pulpit as how hell is a maist awfu' feelin' i' the breist.
I saw them move backwards, slow they moved, and my heart stood still in my breist.
Verra well, dinna ye think as hoo yon Irish whelp I skelpit the day 'll hae a waesome feelin' i' his breist?
He was a brave sodger, but he wasna long fechtin' in France till he got a bullet in his breist.
Think o' yir son win-nin' the Victoria Cross, wumman, an' ye 'ill see it on his breist.