"No, I didna! I niver clapped eyes on your purse." But she could detect the lie.
"Why, you know you did," she said quietly.
"I tell you I didna," he shouted.

"Yer at me again, are yer?
I've had about enough on't." "So you filch sixpence out of my purse while I'm taking the clothes in." "I'll may yer pay for this," he said, pushing back his chair in desperation.

He bustled and got washed, then went determinedly upstairs.
Presently he came down dressed, and with a big bundle in a blue-checked, enormous handkerchief.
"And now," he said, "you'll see me again when you do." "It'll be before I want to," she replied; and at that he marched out of the house with his bundle.

She sat trembling slightly, but her heart brimming with contempt.

What would she do if he went to some other pit, obtained work, and got in with another woman?
But she knew him too well--he couldn't.