The most interesting part was telling him I 'd seen him pick three pockets--like creeping into a cave, when you can't tell what 's inside." "Well ?" "He showed me what he 'd got--only fivepence halfpenny." "And what became of your friend ?" asked Shelton.
"Oh, went off; he had a splendidly low forehead." They had reached Shelton's rooms.
"Will you come in," said the latter, "and have a drink ?" The youth smiled, blushed, and shook his head.
"No, thank you," he said; "I have to walk to Whitechapel.

I 'm living on porridge now; splendid stuff for making bone.

I generally live on porridge for a week at the end of every month.

It 's the best diet if you're hard up"; once more blushing and smiling, he was gone.
Shelton went upstairs and sat down on his bed.

He felt a little miserable.