Then he whispered, exultantly: "Quick, Shovel, feel my pocket" (it bulged with two oranges), "now the inside pocket" (plum-duff), "now my waistcoat pocket" (threepence); "look in my mouth" (chocolates).
When Shovel found speech he began excitedly: "I love my dear father and my dear--" "Gach!" said Tommy, interrupting him contemptuously.

"Repenting ain't no go, Shovel.

Look at them other coves; none of them has got no money, nor full pockets, and I tell you, it's 'cos they has repented." "Gar on!" "It's true, I tells you.

That lady as is my one, she's called her ladyship, and she don't care a cuss for boys as has repented," which of course was a libel, her ladyship being celebrated wherever paragraphs penetrate for having knitted a pair of stockings for the deserving poor.
"When I saw that," Tommy continued, brazenly, "I bragged 'stead of repenting, and the wuss I says I am, she jest says, 'You little monster,' and gives me another orange." "Then I'm done for," Shovel moaned, "for I rolled off that 'bout loving my dear father and my dear mother, blast 'em, soon as I seen her." He need not let that depress him.

Tommy had told her he would say it, but that it was all flam.
Shovel thought the ideal arrangement would be for him to eat and leave the torking to Tommy.