A pin for the coin! When I'M on with a mash I starve for it! You'll come and see me, eh?
You promise?
It's the left-hand door.

Knock three knocks, for there's a whole heap of damned squints about." After that whenever Nana grew too weary of life she went down and saw Satin.

She was always sure of finding her, for the girl never went out before six in the evening.

Satin occupied a couple of rooms which a chemist had furnished for her in order to save her from the clutches of the police, but in little more than a twelvemonth she had broken the furniture, knocked in the chairs, dirtied the curtains, and that in a manner so furiously filthy and untidy that the lodgings seemed as though inhabited by a pack of mad cats.

On the mornings when she grew disgusted with herself and thought about cleaning up a bit, chair rails and strips of curtain would come off in her hands during her struggle with superincumbent dirt.