"KEEP OFF! TELL HER TO DROP IT, TWEDDLE!" 86 "IT IS A MISERABLE THING," HE WAS THINKING, "FOR A MAN ... TO HAVE A FEMALE STATUE TROTTING AFTER HIM LIKE A GREAT DORG" 104 SHE WAS STANDING BEFORE THE LOW CHIMNEY-GLASS, REGARDING HERSELF INTENTLY 119 "FOR 'ARF A PINT I'D KNOCK YOUR BLOOMIN' 'ED IN!" 140 "WHY DID YOU NOT KNEEL TO ME BEFORE?" 161 SHE STRUCK A NAMELESS FEAR INTO LEANDER'S SOUL 177 HER HANDS WERE UNSTEADY WITH PASSION AS SHE TIED HER BONNET-STRINGS 199 LEANDER WENT DOWN ON ALL FOURS ON THE HEARTH-RUG 220 "STOP WHERE YOU ARE!... FOR MERCY'S SAKE, DON'T COME IN!" 238 "LEANDER!" SHE CRIED, ... "I DON'T BELIEVE SHE CAN DO IT!" 255 HE THREW HIMSELF DOWN BY HER CHAIR, AND DREW DOWN THE HANDS IN WHICH SHE HAD HIDDEN HER FACE 276 IN PURSUIT OF PLEASURE I. "Ther hopped Hawkyn, Ther daunsed Dawkyn, Ther trumped Tomkyn...." _The Tournament of Tottenham._ In Southampton Row, Bloomsbury, there is a small alley or passage leading into Queen Square, and rendered inaccessible to all but foot passengers by some iron posts. The shops in this passage are of a subdued exterior, and are overshadowed by a dingy old edifice dedicated to St. George the Martyr, which seems to have begun its existence as a rather handsome chapel, and to have improved itself, by a sort of evolution, into a singularly ugly church. Into this alley, one Saturday afternoon late in October, came a short stout young man, with sandy hair, and a perpetual grin denoting anticipation rather than enjoyment. Opposite the church he stopped at a hairdresser's shop, which bore the name of Tweddle. The display in the window was chastely severe; the conventional half-lady revolving slowly in fatuous self-satisfaction, and the gentleman bearing a piebald beard with waxen resignation, were not to be found in this shop-front, which exhibited nothing but a small pile of toilet remedies and a few lengths of hair of graduated tints. It was doubtful, perhaps, whether such self-restraint on the part of its proprietor was the result of a distaste for empty show, or a conviction that the neighbourhood did not expect it.