She wore a dress of green-black cashmere, and her wrists, coming out of the narrow cuffs, were thin and flat, as she put down her work nervously.

He showed her something that was wrong with a knee-cap.
"Well," she said, "you needn't come blaming it on to me.

It's not my fault." Her colour mounted to her cheek.
"I never said it WAS your fault.

Will you do as I tell you ?" replied Mr.
Pappleworth shortly.
"You don't say it's my fault, but you'd like to make out as it was," the hunchback woman cried, almost in tears.

Then she snatched the knee-cap from her "boss", saying: "Yes, I'll do it for you, but you needn't be snappy." "Here's your new lad," said Mr.Pappleworth.
Fanny turned, smiling very gently on Paul.
"Oh!" she said.
"Yes; don't make a softy of him between you." "It's not us as 'ud make a softy of him," she said indignantly.
"Come on then, Paul," said Mr.Pappleworth.
"Au revoy, Paul," said one of the girls.
There was a titter of laughter.