Morgan's appeal to her better nature or civic duty or whatever angle he was playing earned him an equally withering look of disgust right back. Nell folded her arms across her midsection. Even dressed in sensible winter wool, the foggy nights got cold, all the more because of the damp.
"Bugger me sideways for a bleeding idiot," she groused, silently adding, cheapskate, but in a moment she went on. "I seen a lady, and I mean a right proper lady, even if she did have a froggy accent. Must have strayed from her home in her sleep," Nell told him. "But that ain't the half of it. What we saw, her and me? Coo..." she breathed. "You wouldn't half believe it."