Nitsky for us.

I'm goin' to see that them curtains tell the truth." "You might rent it," Bert suggested.

"You're close to the railroad yards, and it's only two blocks to a restaurant." "Not on your life.

I ain't marryin' Saxon to take in lodgers.

If I can't take care of her, d'ye know what I'll do?
Go down to Long Wharf, say 'Here goes nothin',' an' jump into the bay with a stone tied to my neck.
Ain't I right, Saxon ?" It was contrary to her prudent judgment, but it fanned her pride.