This was flanked by bread-and-butter, and a newly opened tin of jam with the jagged lid of the tin standing upright.

She thought, with pride, that the young man would see he was in a house where no expense was spared.

She requested Chook to sit next to Pinkey, and talked with feverish haste.
"Which do yer like, Mr Fowles?
Lean or fat?
The fat sometimes melts in yer mouth.

Give 'im that bit yer cut for me, William." "If 'e don't like it, 'e can leave it," growled Partridge.
"Now, that'll do, William.

I always said yer bark was worse than yer bite.