I never met no soldiers like him.

Dreadful foreign--Welsh, they tell me." "What do you think of the street you're living in ?" "I keeps myself to myself; low class o' street it is; dreadful low class o' person there--no self-respect about 'em." "Ah!" said Hilary.
"These little 'ouses, they get into the hands o' little men, and they don't care so long as they makes their rent out o' them.

They can't help themselves--low class o' man like that; 'e's got to do the best 'e can for 'imself.

They say there's thousands o' these 'ouses all over London.
There's some that's for pullin' of 'em down, but that's talkin' rubbish; where are you goin' to get the money for to do it?
These 'ere little men, they can't afford not even to put a paper on the walls, and the big ground landlords-you can't expect them to know what's happenin' behind their backs.

There's some ignorant fellers like this Hughs talks a lot o' wild nonsense about the duty o' ground landlords; but you can't expect the real gentry to look into these sort o' things.