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As his hand had fallen on the collar of the man who was kicking her to death, he had seen her eyes. They were Ellen's eyes, as she stood there now tortured, crushed, yet uncomplaining. Constable Plimmer looked at Ellen, and Ellen looked at Constable Plimmer. Down the street some children were playing with a dog. In one of the flats a woman began to sing. 'Hop it, said Constable Plimmer.
'She's a fearful obstinate woman; and she'd wait a week for me. "He kept peeping up the road while we talked it over, and then we both see Mrs. Plimmer coming along. He backed on to the wharf and pulled out 'is purse. "'Bill, he ses, gabbling as fast as 'e could gabble, 'here's five or six shillings.
He knew him one of those good-looking blighters; one of those oiled and curled perishers; one of those blooming fascinators who go about the world making things hard for ugly, honest men with loving hearts. Oh, yes, he knew the milkman. 'He's a rare one with his jokes, said the girl. Constable Plimmer went on not replying. He was perfectly aware that the milkman was a rare one with his jokes.
She had slipped out to mail a letter at the pillar-box on the corner, and she reached it just as the policeman arrived there in the course of his patrol. Nervousness impelled Constable Plimmer to be arch. ''Ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo, he said. 'Posting love-letters? 'What, me? This is to the Police Commissioner, telling him you're no good. 'I'll give it to him. Him and me are taking supper tonight.
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