What do you want ?" "Well, I'll take that blessed 'and-bag to go on with; and if there aren't no money in it--tumble it out--let's see--lively now! I'll feed for the rest of this week--Gawd, yuss!" She made no reply, no attempt to obey him, no movement of any sort.

Fear had absolutely stricken every atom of strength from her.

She could do nothing but look at him with big, frightened eyes, and shake.
"Look 'ere, aren't you a-goin' to do it quiet, or are you a-goin' to mike me tike the blessed thing from you ?" he asked.
"I'll do it if you put me to it--my hat! yuss! It aren't my gime--I'm wot you might call a hammer-chewer at it, but when there's summink inside you, wot tears and tears and tears, any gime's worth tryin' that pulls out the claws of it." She did not move even yet.

He flung the spent match from him, and made a sharp step toward her, and he had just reached out his hand to lay hold of her, when another hand--strong, sinewy, hard-shutting as an iron clamp--reached out from the mist, and laid hold of him; plucking him by the neckband and intruding a bunch of knuckles and shut fingers between that and his up-slanted chin.
"Now, then, drop that little game at once, you young monkey!" struck in the sharp staccato of a semi-excited voice.

"Interfering with young ladies, eh?
Let's have a look at you.