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An' all through you! She shook her fist at her. 'I never 'ad any money from anyone. 'Don' talk ter me; I know yer did. Yer dirty bitch! You oughter be ishimed of yourself tikin' a married man from 'is family, an' 'im old enough ter be yer father. 'She's right there! said one or two of the onlooking women. 'There can't be no good in 'er if she tikes somebody else's 'usbind.
'Well, it's er' own fault, answered a woman; 'she didn't oughter mess about with 'er 'usbind. 'Well, I don't think it's right, added another man. 'She's gettin' it too much. 'An' serve 'er right too! said one of the women. 'She deserves all she gets an' a damn sight more inter the bargain. 'Quite right, put in a third; 'a woman's got no right ter tike someone's 'usbind from 'er.
'I'll tell yer wot yer've done ter me you've robbed me of my 'usbind, you 'ave. I never 'ad a word with my 'usbind until you took 'im from me. An' now it's all you with 'im. 'E's got no time for 'is wife an' family it's all you. An' 'is money, too. I never git a penny of it; if it weren't for the little bit I 'ad saved up in the siving-bank, me an' my children 'ud be starvin' now!
And thus for a minute they swayed about, scratching, tearing, biting, sweat and blood pouring down their faces, and their eyes fixed on one another, bloodshot and full of rage. The audience shouted and cheered and clapped their hands. 'Wot the 'ell's up 'ere? 'I sy, look there, said some of the women in a whisper. 'It's the 'usbind! He stood on tiptoe and looked over the crowd.
Ugh! She walked just behind him, shouting and brandishing her arms. 'Yer dirty beast, you, she yelled, 'ter go foolin' abaht with a little girl! Ugh! I wish yer wasn't my 'usbind; I wouldn't be seen drowned with yer, if I could 'elp it. Yer mike me sick ter look at yer. The crowd followed them on both sides of the road, keeping at a discreet distance, but still eagerly listening.
'Never you fear, Mrs. Kemp, it shall be done as well as if it was for my own 'usbind, an' I can't say more than thet. Mr. Footley thinks a deal of me, 'e does! Why, only the other dy as I was goin' inter 'is shop 'e says "Good mornin', Mrs. 'Odges." "Good mornin', Mr. Footley," says I. "You've jest come in the nick of time," says 'e.
'E was a good 'usbind ter me wot time 'e could spare from the drink, an' I buried 'im out of this very 'ouse, w'en Ada could just walk. I often think life's a bloomin' fraud, Joe, w'ichever way yer look at it. W'en ye're young, it promises yer everythin' yer want, if yer only wait. An' w'en ye're done waitin', yer've lost yer teeth an' yer appetite, or forgot wot yer were waitin' for.
They're all like thet 'usbinds is all alike; they're arright when they're sober sometimes but when they've got the liquor in 'em, they're beasts, an' no mistike. I 'ad a 'usbind myself for five-an'-twenty years, an' I know 'em. 'Well, mother, sobbed Sally, 'it was all my fault. I should 'ave come 'ome earlier. 'Na, it wasn't your fault at all.
As it was, she gave her a horrible reputation, based chiefly on a secondhand knowledge of gilded depravity derived from the conversation of those who were skilled in the art of novelette reading; Bert filled in a few damaging details from his own limited imagination. "She's a bad lot, that one is," declared Emmeline, after a long unfriendly stare; "'er 'usbind 'ates 'er."
"No she didn't," said Emmeline, "she sent 'im away to be kep' by poor people, so 'er 'usbind wouldn't know where 'e was. They ill-treat 'im somethink cruel." "Wot's 'er nime?" asked Bert, thinking that it was time that so interesting a personality should be labelled. "'Er nime?" said Emmeline, thinking hard, "'er nime's Morlvera."
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