squeam

I treated the poor thing for inflammation of the squeam until it got so dead I couldn't put it together any more.

Enter Mrs. King, to whom Squeam finds himself making violent love, mistaking her for Kitty.

It may be liver, or my squeam inflamed, but my mind ain't easy, and the Sky-line folk may think I'm only joshing with them fires.

If anybody should hit me so, I'd squeam m-u-r-d-e-r, I would!