David saw that something was the matter, and as he guessed the cause, he felt very vexed with Milly, and much inclined to call her a tell-tale-tit, but he was far too gentlemanly to call his sister by such names, […]
Anough is left besides to search and know.
And to the west, a faint, somber, Sabbath tolling away and then a train's whistle crying down a long-ago-gone switch-blading track (like that streaking scar on old man Dickson's face).
However, terrible as it may seem to the tall maiden sisters of J.P.'s in Queen Anne houses with walled vegetable gardens, this courtesan, strumpet, harlot, whore, punk, fille de joie, street-walker, this trollop, this trull, this baggage, this hussy, this drab, skit, rig, quean, mopsy, demirep, demimondaine, this wanton, this fornicatress, this doxy, this concubine, this frail sister, this poor Queenie--did actually solicit me, did actually say 'coming home to-night, dearie' and my soul was not blasted enough to call a policeman.
