The flesh was covered with ulcerated sores.
"I don't know 'ow you find 'im, Miss Grimes," she continued, her voice rising in anger, "but if yer believe me, a meaner man niver walked the earth.

I've 'ad ter pawn the things in this very room ter pay the baker an' the grocer.

That's 'ow 'e makes 'is money.

Starvin' 'is own wife ter squeeze a few shillin's for 'is bankin' account.

'E knows I can't go outside the door, 'cause I've got nuthin' ter put on; but 'e takes jolly good care ter go down town an' live on the fat of the land." From the next room came the fitful, awkward sounds of a five-finger exercise from Ray.