He swaggered to the door with a peculiar roll of his shoulders.
"If you was to wish to wipe it off at any time you've only got to say the word. I might oblige."
He stood with his back to her, looking out of the door, and humming.
She was over against the range.
"What's that?" she panted.
Standing on the threshold he turned and leered back at her out of half-closed eyes.
She sneered magnificently.
"Ah, I knaw you," she said.
"What's it all about?" he answered, cleaning his nails. "Only a little bit of accommodation. No thin out o the way."
"Thank you. I knaw your accommodation," she answered deeply.