That lead-driver drives better nor you, Tom.

See 'ow cunnin' 'e's nursin' 'is 'orse.' 'Number Three'll be off the limber, next jolt,' was the answer.
'No, 'e won't.

See 'ow 'is foot's braced against the iron?
'E's all right.' Dick watched Maisie's face and swelled with joy--fine, rank, vulgar triumph.

She was more interested in the little crowd than in the picture.
That was something that she could understand.
'And I wanted it so! Oh, I did want it so!' she said at last, under her breath.
'Me,--all me!' said Dick, placidly.

'Look at their faces.