Dick Snape, whose room Bob shared, took the opportunity of paying off certain old scores he had standing against Clem.

Mr.Marple, the cab-driver, was very loud and very hoarse in condemnation of such barbarity.

Mrs.Hewett, looking as if she had herself risen from a coffin, cried shame on the general heartlessness with which Jane was used.
Clara held to her resolve.

She led Jane into the bedroom, then, with a parting shot at Miss Peckover, herself entered and locked the door.
'Drink some water, Jane,' she said, doing her best to reassure the child.

'You're safe for to-night, and we'll see what Mrs.Peckover says about this when she comes back to-morrow.' Jane looked at her rescuer with eyes in which eternal gratitude mingled with fear for the future.