An' she was a-cryin' as if her heart would break, poor t'ing.

An' him, I could see by deh way what he said it dat she had been askin' orften, he says: 'Oh, hell, yes,' he says, says he, 'Oh, hell, yes.'" Storm-clouds swept over Jimmie's face, but he turned from the leathery old woman and plodded on up-stairs.
"Oh, hell, yes," called she after him.

She laughed a laugh that was like a prophetic croak.

"'Oh, hell, yes,' he says, says he, 'Oh, hell, yes.'" There was no one in at home.

The rooms showed that attempts had been made at tidying them.