worrit

Well Sir, would you believe it, there’s that in Mr Pontifex’s face which is just like young Watkins; he looks that worrited and scrunched up at times, but it’s never for the same reason, […]

“Yes; don't worrit your poor mother,” said Mrs. Sanders. “She's quite enough to worrit her, as it is, without you, Tommy,” said Mrs. Cluppins, with sympathising resignation.