No socks mended.

Nothing from Torp except a nod on the landing now and again, and all his socks mended.

Bessie is very much a woman,' thought Dick; and he looked at her between half-shut eyes.

Food and rest had transformed the girl, as Dick knew they would.
'What are you looking at me like that for ?' she said quickly.

'Don't.
You look reg'lar bad when you look that way.