“’Ow much did she get out of you, Peter?” ses Ginger, looking at ’im very hard.  “I don’t want any lies.”

“Three quid,” ses Peter, staring at ’im.

“Same ’ere,” ses Ginger, grinding his teeth.  “Did she give you a smack on the side of your face?”

“Wot—­are—­you—­talking about, Ginger?” ses Peter.

“Did she smack your face too?” ses Ginger.

“Yes,” ses Peter.