Well, she could take poison or throw herself into the harbour.
"Ah!" she said, cold as a stone.

"Anythin' else ?" "I mean," said Chook, stumbling for words, "I ought to 'ave 'ad more sense than ter drag yez out of a good 'ome ter come 'ere an' work like a bus 'orse." "Is that all ?" inquired Pinkey.
"Yes; wot did yer think ?" said Chook, miserably.

"It fair gives me the pip ter see yer 'umpin' a sack round the stalls, when I wanted ter make yer 'appy an' comfortable." Pinkey took a long breath of relief.

She needn't drown herself, then, he wasn't tired of her.
"An' who told yer I wasn't 'appy an' comfortable ?" she inquired, "'cause yer can go an' tell 'em it's only a rumour.

An' while ye're about it, yous can tell 'em I've got a good 'ome, a good 'usband, an' everythin' I want." Here she looked round the dingy room as if daring it to contradict her.