Damn 'is eyes--'e's a gen'leman--ain't 'e?
Go 'arn, shake 'ands." "Look 'ere," said the master, "if there's any of yer blasted bunkum about this, yer can damn well see to it yourselves.

I won't touch yer bloody money." The words shuddered through Sally's ears.
"Go 'arn, Jim, shake 'ands.

Can't yer see 'e'll drop the 'ole bloomin' show if yer don't, an' damn it, I've got a couple o' bob on yer.

Shake 'ands, can't yer!" Jim came reluctantly forward into the centre of the ring with a knotted hand held grudgingly before them.

The other took it and dropped it as if it were filth.
"That's right," said the master, "now, come on.