Croker took him across to dry goods, where girls were tying bundles in little cages over the sales ladies' heads, and had him repeat the method of handling string.

Except that he thought he should get to like Mr.Croker, the incident made no particular impression on Peter--so dulled were all his senses for want of dreams,--and passed wholly out of mind.
It was two or three days after that he saw the girl again, nearer the end of the viaduct, where four or five streets poured light and confusion into Venable Square.

She was going on ahead, hurrying and pretending not to hurry to overtake a man to whom she wished to speak.
She was quite close to him, she was speaking, and suddenly he gave a little outward jerk with his elbow which caught hers unexpectedly and whirled her back against the parapet.

The little purse she was carrying fell from her hand.

The man gave a quick laugh over his shoulder and ploughed his way across the street.
"The skunk!" Peter's list of expletives was not extensive.