Before he could recover himself, Dengate, whose high hat rolled between their feet, pinned his arms.
"There's someone coming along.

It's a pity.

I should enjoy thrashing you and then running you in.

But a man of my position doesn't care to get mixed up in a street row.

It wouldn't sound well at Liverpool.
Stand quiet, will you!" A man and a woman drew near, and lingered for a moment in curiosity.
Hilliard already amazed at what he had done, became passive, and stood with bent head.
"I must have a word or two With you," said Dengate, when he had picked up his hat.