'You little monsters! Who the hell do you think you are? I'm calling the police right now. You're all going to get a thorough licking on this one. Jail, too.' 'Blow it out your ass,' said Wade. Mrs. Breznek snorted in disgust.

On the morning after the one-day strike, October 4, one of the Type 4s on crew-training, No. D169, was appropriated to head the 3 a.m. mail to Hull, as no steam locomotive had been lit up and the usual Hull Type 3 was not available; ….

Cell ever squalid where the sneerful maid Will not fatigue her hand!

He stood there speechlessly. The surprise had rendered him unable to make an intelligible reply.