"Course you can. Plenty others does, don't they?"
"Gawd, Billy ... wot d'ye mean?"
"Wot I say; plenty others does it. Go on—you ain't so bleed'n' innocent as all that. Go an' see Sam Cardew. Go on—'ook it."
Lizer, who had been kneeling at the child's floor-bed, rose to her feet, pale-faced and bright of eye.
"Stow kiddin', Billy," she said. "You don't mean that. I'll go round to the fact'ry in the mornin': p'raps they'll take me on temp'ry."
"Damn the fact'ry."
He pushed her into the passage. "Go on—you git me some money, if ye don't want yer bleed'n' 'ead knocked auf."
There was a scuffle in the dark passage, with certain blows, a few broken words, and a sob. Then the door slammed, and Lizer Chope was in the windy street.