“Lawk a mussy! If you would be spliced to her, she is a darned fool.”
“She is a little sage and a little saint. See her safe home, and there are two sovereigns to buy a new whip.”
“Oh, don’t take the money, Sam!” cries Annie.
But Sam pockets the sovereigns.
“Strikes me, mister, you owes me more than that,” he mutters. “’Tis assault and battery.”
“I shall give you no more money,” says Bertram, very decidedly. “I will knock you down again if you like.”
“Come away, Sam,” says Annie, pulling him towards the door. “Oh Sam, aren’t you ashamed?”
“Naw, I ain’t,” says her brother. “Kate said, ‘Run and you’ll find ’em together.’ I run and I did find ye together. How was I to know?”
“Oh, come away, Sam,” repeats his sister, in anguish. “Come away. You disgrace yourself and me. I’ll tell mother.”
Sam is suddenly subdued and greatly alarmed.