Roisin Murphy was not quite on par with those around her, an odd one she was, always dancing even though there was no tune to dance to. "Don't mind, Ro," Mr. Murphy waved a dismissive hand at the girl. "She's not all there in the head." "I think she's beautiful..." Arthur clutched his hat in his hands with a flush across his cheeks. "Aye, bonnie she is but she'd be more useful as a street worker than any wife." Arthur suddenly had his hat flying across the man's eyes. "You didn't need to cut him," Roisin said. "I was going to run away with you even if he said no." "Nobody calls my Bell a whore." "Guess it's a good thing I have a beast to protect my honor then." "Yeah, a whole pack of beasties. Called the Peaky fuckin Blinders."