The blush and the way in which she hung her head were likewise tokens of a nature endowed with ample sensitiveness.
'Oh, your name's Jane Snowdon, is it ?' said the barman.

'Well, you're just three minutes an' three-quarters too late.

P'r'aps it's a fortune a-runnin' after you.

He was a rum old party as inquired.

Never mind; it's all in a life.