I make good money, an' you wouldn't want for anything.

You know, I just washed up from work an' skinned over here to tell it to you once more, so you wouldn't forget.

I ain't ate yet, an' that shows how much I think of you." "You'd better go and eat then," she advised, though she knew the futility of attempting to get rid of him.
She scarcely heard what he said.

It had come upon her suddenly that she was very tired and very small and very weak alongside this colossus of a man.

Would he dog her always?
she asked despairingly, and seemed to glimpse a vision of all her future life stretched out before her, with always the form and face of the burly blacksmith pursuing her.
"Come on, kid, an' kick in," he continued.