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I shall never envy the honours which wit and learning obtain in any other cause, if I can be numbered among the writers who have given ardour to virtue, and confidence to truth. <gr> Auoet<w?>n eoec macarwn aoentaxios eih aoemoib<h>. Celestial pow'rs! that piety regard, From you my labours wait their last reward. No. 34. Has toties optata exegit gloria poenas. JUV. Sat. x. 187.

He took his place at the end of the file of men, and as he did so, the man in front of him, a fringe-haired, quick-eyed youth with a muffler round his neck, turned and greeted him. "'Illoa, myte!" he said with the cheery friendliness of the East End. "You come too, eih?" Gilbert answered, "Yes, I thought I might as well!" "Well 'ave to wyte a 'ell of a time," the Cockney went on.

"Tyke a woman's part, eih? I know you, you bloody toff! You ... you think you're a bloody 'ero, eih, p'tectin' a woman from 'er 'usband!" He pushed Henry aside, almost falling on the pavement as he did so. "I've a goo' mind to break your bloody neck for you, see, bloody toff, interferin' ... 'usband an' wife. See? Thash what I'll do!..." He came again at Henry, but still he did not strike.

"Eih?" he said again, and stared with open mouth and fierce, dark eyes. "Hurry up, Peter," whispered the gaffer, "hurry up, for God sake. He has the black glower in his een." "Ready, sir; ready now!" cried Peter Riney, running out to open the other half of the gate.

A man and a woman were standing at the corner of a street, talking, and he overheard them as he passed. "'Illoa, Sarah," the man said, "w'ere you goin', eih?" "Goin' roan' the awfices," she answered, "to see if I kin get a job o' charin'!" "Gawblimey!" said the man, laughing at her. "Well, you got to do somethink, 'aven't you?

He had not chaffed a policeman or a footpassenger or another 'busman, and now that they had passed away from the Elephant and Castle, his conversation seemed to have dried up. Saviour's Cathedral Church of Southwark. "What's that place?" John said to the driver, pointing to the Cathedral. "Eih? Ow, thet! Thet's a cathedral!" "A cathedral! Hidden away like that!..."

"'Ere!" said the man, cutting off large pieces of the pudding and passing it across the counter to the boys who took it, without speaking, and began to gnaw at it immediately. "Wod you say for it, eih?" the man demanded. They mumbled unintelligibly, their mouths choked with the food. "Pore little kids, they don't know no better! Nah, then, 'op it, you two! That'll be fourpence, sir!"

He stood still waiting for the blow, mesmerised by the man's blazing eyes; but the man, though his fist was still clenched, did not strike him. He reeled up to him so closely that Henry was sickened by the smell of his drink-sodden breath. "Fight for a woman, would you?" he shouted at him. "Eih? P'tect a woman, would you?..." Henry wanted to laugh. The man was repeating phrases from melodramas!...

John felt dashed by the morose manner of the driver and he remained silent for a few moments, but he leant forward again and said, "I expect you see a good deal of life on this 'bus?" "Eih?" said the driver, glancing sharply at him. "Wot you sy?" "I suppose you've seen a good many queer things from that seat?" John answered. "'Ow you mean ... queer things?" "Well, strange things!..."

He saw now that, she bore some facial resemblance to Miss Squibb. She was not, as that lady was, ashen-hued, but her eyes, though less prominently, bulged. This must be Lizzie!... "Who are you?" he asked, as she turned to leave the room. "Eih?" "What's your name? I've not seen you before!" "Naow," she exclaimed, "I've been awy! I'm Lizzie. 'Er niece!"