Then, looking at her fixedly, he put it in his breastpocket, and buttoned up his coat.
"There!" he said.

"I'll read it.

Oh yes, believe me, I'll read it.

You Jezebel!" "You'd better eat your meat like a Christian man," she answered, "and not make such faces as them." "Where's the man ?" he asked.
"Outside, I suppose." "Tell him I want the gig.

I'm going out for a drive.