I shan't wait for her, if the rain gives over." "You'd be more comfortable in the small parlour," said the clerk, who seemed rather fidgety; "there's a nice bit of fire there." "I'm more comfortable here," contradicted Mrs.Jones.

"Where's the good of a bit of fire for a gown as wet as mine ?" Jabez Gum made no response.

There was the lady, a fixture; and he could only resign himself to the situation.
"How's your friend at the next house--Pike ?" she began again sarcastically.
"He's no friend of mine," said the clerk.
"It looks like it, at all events; or you'd have given him into custody long ago.

_I_ wouldn't let a man harbour himself so close to me.

He's taken to a new dodge now: going about with a pistol to shoot people." "Who says so ?" asked the clerk.
"I say so.