It was right not to give way before him.

Yes, yes! Ha, ha, ha! Oh, yes.

Poor thing!' With these disjointed exclamations, Newman wiped his own eyes with the afore-mentioned duster, and, limping to the street-door, opened it to let her out.
'Don't cry any more,' whispered Newman.

'I shall see you soon.

Ha! ha! ha! And so shall somebody else too.