"Yer letter? Yer bloody letter?!" Bill was about to grab Joe by the ear and drag him in like he was a little boy caught with stolen sweets, but his wife spoke up first. What had happened to battering Joe like a cod?

Bill stepped out of the way. "In," he demanded. And now he cast a glance at young Miss Carrington for the first time, for he had ignored her before, being so angry with Joe. She was a pretty girl, aye. But God help them all. She did not belong here.