I did the work of a man, an' saved 'im pounds for years.

Yer wouldn't 'ave such a sentimental way of lookin' at things if yer'd been a steet-arab, sellin' newspapers, an' no one ter make it 'is business whether yer lived or starved." "But surely you can't see him in that condition without feeling sorry for him ?" "Oh yes, I can; 'e's no friend of mine.

'E told everybody on the Road that I went shares with the Devil," said Jonah, with an uneasy grin.
"'Ere, I'll show yer wot 'e thinks of me." He felt in his pocket for a coin, and crossed the street.

Paasch had finished his piece, and putting his fiddle under his arm, turned to the loafers with a beseeching air.

They looked the other way and discussed the weather.