Tom had gone through many of these revolutions, three of them when he moved house.

Then his stamina broke, and he never moved house again.
So it was that Saxon had held back the announcement of her approaching marriage until it was unavoidable.

She expected a scene, and she got it.
"A prizefighter, a hoodlum, a plug-ugly," Sarah sneered, after she had exhausted herself of all calamitous forecasts of her own future and the future of her children in the absence of Saxon's weekly four dollars and a half.

"I don't know what your mother'd thought if she lived to see the day when you took up with a tough like Bill Roberts.

Bill! Why, your mother was too refined to associate with a man that was called Bill.