Excerpt: ... then a called me Brother, an dahned me as if I was a kid and a was me mother washin me a Setterda nawt. I adn't just no show wiv im at all. Arf the street prayed; an the tother arf larfed fit to split theirselves. To Barbara There! are you settisfawd nah? BARBARA her eyes dancing Wish I'd been there, Bill. BILL. Yes: you'd a got in a hextra bit o talk on me, wouldn't you? JENNY. I'm so sorry, Mr. Walker. BILL fiercely Don't you go bein sorry for me: you've no call. Listen ere. I broke your jawr. JENNY. No, it didn't hurt me: indeed it didn't, except for a moment. It was only that I was frightened. BILL. I don't want to be forgive be you, or be ennybody. Wot I did I'll pay for. I tried to get me own jawr broke to settisfaw you-- JENNY distressed Oh no-- BILL impatiently Tell y'I did: cawn't you listen to wot's bein told you? All I got be it was bein made a sight of in the public street for me pains. Well, if I cawn't settisfaw you one way, I can another. Listen ere! I ad two quid saved agen the frost; an I've a pahnd of it left. A mate n mine last week ad words with the Judy e's goin to marry. E give er wot-for; an e's bin fined fifteen bob. E ad a right to it er because they was goin to be marrid; but I adn't no right to it you; so put anather fawv bob on an call it a pahnd's worth. He produces a sovereign. Ere's the money. Take it; and let's av no more o your forgivin an prayin and your Major jawrin me. Let wot I done be done and paid for; and let there be a end of it. JENNY. Oh, I couldn't take it, Mr. Walker. But if you would give a shilling or two to poor Rummy Mitchens! you really did hurt her; and she's old. BILL contemptuously Not likely. I'd give her anather as soon as look at er. Let her av the lawr o me as she threatened! She ain't forgiven me: not mach. Wot I done to er is not on me mawnd--wot she indicating Barbara might call on me conscience--no more than stickin a pig. It's this Christian game o yours that I won't av played agen me:...