"I'd prefer a wife like other men 'ave that can mind their 'ouse, an' not make a 'oly show of themselves w'en they take 'em out." "A fat lot yer take me out!" "Take yous out! Yah! Look at yer neck!" Ada flushed a sullen red.

So far the quarrel had been familiar and commonplace, like a conversation about the weather, but her neck, hidden under grubby lace, was Ada's weak point.
"Look at the hump on yer back before yer talk about my neck," she shouted.

It was the first time she had ever dared to taunt Jonah with his deformity, and the sound of her words frightened her.

He would strike her for certain.
Jonah's face turned white.

He raised himself on his elbow and clenched his fist, the hard, knotty fist of the shoemaker swinging at the end of the unnaturally long arms, another mark of his deformity.