They've all been in the ring in their time, these coves.
There's Nugget, and Ginger, and Brummy--all red 'ot.

You get him away!" Meanwhile the Englishman's ire was gradually rising.

He was past the stage of considering whether it was worth while to have a fight over a factory girl in a shilling dancing saloon, and the desire for battle blazed up in his eyes.

He turned and confronted Nugget.
"You go about your business," he said, dropping all the laboured politeness out of his tones.

"If she likes to dance--" He got no further.