He might have known some very nice people when he first came here.

Between that girl and his whisky he has managed to spoil every chance he might have had." "There's Charlie Geary," Vandover exclaimed suddenly, whistling and beckoning.

"Hey, there, Charlie! where you going?
Oh," he cried on a sudden as Geary came up, "oh, get on to his new store clothes, will you ?" They both pretended to be overwhelmed by the elegance of Geary's new suit.
"O-oh!" cried young Haight.

"The bloody, bloomin', bloated swell.

Just let me _touch_ them!" Vandover shaded his eyes and turned away as though dazzled.