"'Cause that'd be the way to send her there. You don't mean to marry her." To this Sir Felix said nothing. "You're not thinking of that. It's just a bit of sport,--and then there she is, an old shoe to be chucked away, just a rag to be swept into the dust-bin. I've seen scores of 'em, and I'd sooner a child of mine should die in a workus', or be starved to death. But it's all nothing to the likes o' you."
"I haven't done her any harm," said Sir Felix, almost frightened.

"'Cause that'd be the way to send her there. You don't mean to marry her." To this Sir Felix said nothing. "You're not thinking of that. It's just a bit of sport - she's an old shoe to be chucked away, a rag to be swept into the dust-bin. I've seen scores of 'em. But it's all nothing to the likes o' you."
"I haven't done her any harm," said Sir Felix, almost frightened.
