"Well, I 'ope 'e looks it," was Bindle's comment as he went out.
And what are the tenets of your spiritual faith, Mr. Bindle?
"I'm sorry," remarked Bindle, as Mr. Gupperduck moved towards the door.
Bindle noticed that the doors of Number 110 and 111 were both ajar.
Mr. Gupperduck suddenly turned and addressed himself to Bindle.
Mrs. Bindle regarded her lodger with admiration tinctured with awe.
Bindle looked at the coin, spat on it, and put it in his pocket.
He was at a loss to account for many things that Bindle had done and said that day.
To Bindle the lodger was something between a convention and an institution.
"Must 'ave been twins or conchies," was Bindle's explanation of the phenomenon.