Now, once more, sling yer 'ook." The man moved away, sending back a horrible glare from his one fiery eyeball.
Mrs.Sprowl re-entered the parlour.
"I wish you'd take me on as barmaid, Sarah," Harriet said, when she had drunk her glass of spirits.
"Take you on ?" exclaimed the other, with surprise.

"Why, have you fallen out with your cousin?
I thought you was goin' to be married soon." "I didn't say for sure that I was; I only said I might be.

Any way it won't be just yet, and I'm tired of my place in the shop." "Don't you be a fool, Harriet," said the other, with genial frankness.
"You're well enough off.

You stick where you are till you get married.
You wouldn't make nothin' at our business; 'tain't all sugar an' lemon, an' sittin' drinkin' twos o' whisky till further orders.

You want a quiet, easy business, you do, an' you've got it.