He played a little louder, as if he did not hear.
"I s'pose she come here, walked all that way from Ware Centre, this dreadful night, 'cause she thought you could help to get her young man out of prison." Jim nodded as he fiddled.
"But I can't see how your seein' her brother give her a knife could do any good.

Of course that sweet, pretty girl didn't do it herself.
But you didn't see her brother give her the knife, Jim ?" "Didn't you hear me say I didn't ?" replied Jim, with sudden force.
"Don't let's talk any more about it, mother.

It's a dreadful piece of work, anyway.

I don't half know what it means myself.

That poor girl is 'most crazy because that fellow is in prison.