There was a new manliness in his tone, answering to his growing manliness of stature.

Two slow tears rolled down her cheeks, but she said nothing.

She couldn't for the life of her.

She blinked, furiously fighting with her tears, and at last she put up an impatient hand which left a long brown streak across her miserable little face.
'Yo havn't got no trade,' she said.

'Yo'll be clemmed.' David withdrew his arm, and gulped down his rebuff.