Read "Good Intentions" by W.W. Jacobs online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
"Jealousy; that's wot it is," said the night-watchman, trying to sneer -- / "pure jealousy. " He had left his broom for a hurried half-pint at the / "Bull's Head" -- left it leaning in a negligent attitude against the / warehouse-wall; now, lashed to the top of the crane at the jetty end, it / pointed its soiled bristles towards the evening sky and defied capture.
"And I know who it is, and why 'e's done it," he continued. "Fust and / last, I don't suppose I was talking to the gal for more than ten minutes, / and 'arf of that was about the weather.