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As they went down Haverstock Hill towards Chalk Farm, an old man lurched against them. "All the young chaps," he mumbled thickly. "Thash wot sticks in my gizzard! All the young chaps! Gawblimey, why don't they tyke the ole ones!..." "Steady on," Gilbert exclaimed, catching his arm and holding him up. "You'll fall, if you're not careful!" "Don't marrer a damn wherrer I do or not!"
"Some of 'em's bin 'ere since six this mornin'. Gawblimey, you'd think they was givin' awy prizes. I dunno wot the 'ell I come for. I jus' did, sort of!..." Some one standing by, turned to a recruiting sergeant and whispered something to him, pointing to the guttersnipes in the queue. "Fight!" said the recruiting sergeant. "Gawd love you, guv'nor, they'd fight 'ell's blazes, them chaps would!"
She pushed him out of the crowd, slapping a lad in the face who had jostled him and said, "Gawblimey, look at Percy!" and when she had got him away from them, she told him again to 'op it. "Thank you!..." he began. "Don't you wyste no time, mister, but 'op it quick," she interrupted, giving him a push forward. "But I don't know where I am," he replied.
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?
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