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'I don't want ter fight, she said hoarsely. 'Na, I don't suppose yer do, hissed the other, 'but yer'll damn well 'ave ter! 'She's ever so much bigger than me; I've got no chanst, added Liza tearfully. 'You should 'ave thought of thet before. Come on! and with these words Mrs. Blakeston rushed upon her. She hit her with both fists one after the other.
For a moment she stood silent, contemplating Liza, while the surrounders looked on in breathless interest. 'Yer dirty little bitch, you! she said at last. 'Tike that! and with her open hand she gave her a sharp smack on the cheek. Liza started back with a cry and put her hand up to her face. 'An' tike thet! added Mrs. Blakeston, repeating the blow.
Sydney. Lest this seem an exaggeration, I venture to annex an extract from a manuscript letter to the author from Mr. George Blakeston Wilkinson, author of "South Australia" "I will instance the case of one person who had been a farmer in England, and emigrated with about L2,000 about seven years since.
She went right round, meaning to get into the street from the other end and, unobserved, slip into her house, which was then quite close; but she dared not risk it immediately for fear Mrs. Blakeston should still be there; so she waited about for half an hour. It seemed an age. Finally, taking her courage in both hands, she turned the corner and entered Vere Street.
Liza's eyes turned to Jim's house, and she saw coming out of the door a girl of about her own age; she fancied she saw in her some likeness to Jim. 'Say, Tom, she asked, 'thet ain't Blakeston's daughter, is it? 'Yus thet's it. 'I'll go an' speak to 'er, said Liza, leaving Tom and going over the road. 'You're Polly Blakeston, ain't yer? she said. 'Thet's me! said the girl.
At the corner of Vere Street Harry said to Tom and Blakeston: 'I say, you blokes, let's go an' 'ave another drink before closin' time. 'I don't mind, said Tom, 'after we've took the gals 'ome. 'Then we shan't 'ave time, it's just on closin' time now. answered Harry. 'Well, we can't leave 'em 'ere. 'Yus, you can, said Sally. 'No one'll run awy with us.
'Arright, Liza, he answered, and added, almost to himself: 'God bless yer! ''Ulloa, Blakeston, ain't you comin'? said Harry, seeing that Jim was walking off with his wife instead of joining him and Tom. 'Na, he answered, 'I'm goin' 'ome. I've got ter be up at five ter-morrer.
He hadn't the courage to say anything, but he glared at Blakeston. Jim smiled benignly at him, and Tom began to sulk. Then they began a funny walk through the woods.
She nearly ran into the arms of Mrs. Blakeston, who was standing close to the public-house door. Liza gave a little cry, and the woman said, with a sneer: 'Yer didn't expect ter see me, did yer? Liza did not answer, but tried to walk past her. Mrs. Blakeston stepped forward and blocked her way. 'Yer seem ter be in a mighty fine 'urry, she said.
'I'll give it yer! proceeded Mrs. Blakeston, getting more hot and excited, brandishing her fist, and speaking in a loud voice, hoarse with rage. 'Oh, I've been tryin' ter git 'old on yer this four weeks. Why, you're a prostitute that's wot you are! 'I'm not! answered Liza indignantly. 'Yus, you are, repeated Mrs. Blakeston, advancing menacingly, so that Liza shrank back.
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