Yo've getten a warrant a'll be bound, for them justices is grand at writin' when t' fight's over.' He was trying to carry it off with bravado, but Philip saw that he had received a shock, from his sudden look of withered colour and shrunken feature.
'Don't handcuff him,' said Philip, putting money into the constable's hand.

'You'll be able to guard him well enough without them things.' Daniel turned round sharp at this whisper.
'Let-a-be, let-a-be, my lad,' he said.

'It 'll be summut to think on i' t' lock-up how two able-bodied fellys were so afeared on t' chap as reskyed them honest sailors o' Saturday neet, as they mun put him i' gyves, and he sixty-two come Martinmas, and sore laid up wi' t' rheumatics.' But it was difficult to keep up this tone of bravado when he was led a prisoner through his own house-place, and saw his poor wife quivering and shaking all over with her efforts to keep back all signs of emotion until he was gone; and Sylvia standing by her mother, her arm round Bell's waist and stroking the poor shrunken fingers which worked so perpetually and nervously in futile unconscious restlessness.

Kester was in a corner of the room, sullenly standing.
Bell quaked from head to foot as her husband came down-stairs a prisoner.

She opened her lips several times with an uneasy motion, as if she would fain say something, but knew not what.