'E looks fierce, but 'e'll 'old 'is tongue.

T'super will see to that." "Someone is talking.

That is quite certain." "There's a chap in the 'Are an' 'Ounds--kem 'ere last night." "Ingerman ?" "Ay, sir, that's the name.

'E's makin' a song of it, I hear." "Anybody else ?" "Fred Elkin is gassin' about.

Do 'ee know un?
Breeds 'osses at Mount Farm, a mile that-a-way," and Bates pointed to the west.
Grant hazarded a guess, and described the face of condemnation seen at the inn.