"What do you think, Winnie ?" She hung back.

The passionate expostulations of the big-faced cabman seemed to be squeezed out of a blocked throat.

Leaning over from his box, he whispered with mysterious indignation.

What was the matter now?
Was it possible to treat a man so?
His enormous and unwashed countenance flamed red in the muddy stretch of the street.

Was it likely they would have given him a licence, he inquired desperately, if-- The police constable of the locality quieted him by a friendly glance; then addressing himself to the two women without marked consideration, said: "He's been driving a cab for twenty years.