He's the sort that never gets taught anything, worse luck! Nobody spanked him when he was young and soft.

Come on up, and you shall taste my scrambled eggs.
I'll show you what a forgiving little soul I am." She laughed, ran her eyes quickly over Martin, and opened the door with a latchkey.

Half a dozen small letter boxes were fastened to the wall, with cards in their slots.
"Who the devil cares ?" said Martin to himself, and he followed the girl up the narrow, ill-lighted staircase covered with shabby carpet.

Two or three inches of white stockings gleamed above the drab uppers of her high-heeled boots.

Outside the open door of a room on the first floor there was a line of milk bottles, and Martin sighted a man in shirt sleeves, cooking sausages on a small gas jet in a cubby-hole.