"You don't know what men are," he continued.
Her brown eyes flashed, and then dwelt on him with wistful humour.
"I should," she said. "This last two year and all," she added with solemn bitterness. "I knaw now why girls go down. They makes one mistake, then the Alfs get em. And when the Alfs get em they're done. They're like stoats, Alfs are; and we're the rabbits. Hunt you down, jump on you, and then suck the blood out of your brain. Often I've seen em at it in the hawth."
"Alf!" cried Ernie, his blood a maelstrom within him.
He tried to halt, but she marched on.
"What's he been doin to you?" hoarsely pursuing.
She answered painfully.
"You knaw yesterday?"
"Yes."
There was a harsh, almost cruel note in his voice.