‘Now that ain’t ‘ardly a jump, now is it girl? Gets you back up there again, then I wants to see you land four square and plumb, good and ’ard, and don’t let me ’ave to be tellin’ you again. Unner’stand?’
Peg nodded and mumbled, but Razor George was enjoying himself, wanting to drag out every ounce of torment for the wretched Peg.
‘I h’asked if you understand me, girl. You says, yes, Uncle George, I h’appreciate and fully cognisate wot you tells me. Up on the box and tells us all lard and clear of your cognisating. Mary,’ he added, nodding at her to assist Peg back up onto the box. In the end, Pall Mall Sal (so called because of her airs and graces – even though she came from the vilest slum in Limehouse Wharf) had to help as well, for Peg could not have been more unsteady on her feet if
