I admire your taste in skirts, an' take it from me that's a compliment; but I did'nt know who you was.

If I'd knowed you was Bill Roberts there wouldn't been a peep from my fly-trap.

D'ye get me?
I apologize.

Will you shake hands ?" Gruffly, Billy said, "It's all right--forget it, sport;" and sullenly he shook hands and with a slow, massive movement thrust the other back toward his own table.
Saxon was glowing.

Here was a man, a protector, something to lean against, of whom even the Butchertown toughs were afraid as soon as his name was mentioned..