'Why, Jeck's gone to Homerton to his mother till Saturday night.

Don't be such a bloomin' fool! Just because Suke Jollop's dead nuts on me, an' I won't have nothin' to say to her, she goes tellin' these bloomin' lies.

When I see her next, I'll make her go down on her marrow-bones an' beg my pardon.
See if I don't just!' There was an engaging frankness in Bob's way of defending himself which evidently impressed Miss Peckover, though it did not immediately soothe her irritation.

She put her arms a-kimbo, and examined him with a steady suspicion which would have disconcerted most young men.

Bob, however, only laughed more heartily.