The fellow was very drunk, and did little else than stutter curses in which the name of our Lord was frequent.
Peter pulled at his arm, and Louise stooped to help him.

Once up, he got his arm round him, and demanded where he lived.
The man stared at them foolishly.

Peter gave him a bit of a shake, and demanded the address again, "Come on," he said.

"Pull yourself together, for the Lord's sake.

We shall end before the A.P.M.if you don't.