"They think they kin knock a man about as they like 'cause 'e's poor."

"They'd find plenty to do if they took the scoundrels that walk the
streets in a top 'at."

"It don't pay. They know which side their bread's buttered, don't
yous fergit."

Chiefly by his own efforts the prisoner had become a disreputable wreck.
Hatless, with torn collar, his clothes covered with the dirt he was
rolling in, ten minutes' struggle with the policeman had transformed him
into a scarecrow.

"If there was any men about, they wouldn't see a decent young man turned
into a criminal under their very eyes," cried a virago, looking round
for a champion.

"If I was a man, I'd..."

She stopped as Sergeant Carmody arrived with a brisk air, and the crowd
fell back, silent before the official who knew every face in the ring.
In an instant the captive was lifted to his feet, his arms were twisted
behind his back till the sinews cracked, and the procession moved off to
the station. When Jonah reached the cottage, he stood irresolute on the
other side of the street. Already regretting his promise, he turned to
go, when Ada came to the door and saw him under the gas lamp. He crossed
the street, trying to show by his walk that his presence was a mere
accident.