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'After we'd been arguin' a long time about wot 'e called everlution or some sich name, and a lot more tommy-rot that I couldn't make no 'ead or tail of and to tell you the truth I don't believe 'e understood 'arf of it 'imself I ses to 'im, "Well," I ses, "if it's true that we're hall descended from monkeys," I ses, "I think your famly must 'ave left orf where mine begun."
'Yes, said Harlow; 'they lives on the fat o' the land, and wears the best of everything, and they does nothing for it but talk a lot of twaddle two or three times a week. The rest of the time they spend cadgin' money orf silly old women who thinks it's a sorter fire insurance. 'It's an old sayin' and a true one, chimed in the man on the upturned pail.
But gosh, ef we'd a known haow much wuss all them things wuz a going tew git, we sh'd a said we wuz well orf. But ye see we warn't so uster bein starved an cheated an jailed an knocked roun' then's we be sence, an so we wuz kinder desprit, an a slew on us come daown from Hatfield tew Northampton an stopped the court, wen t'wuz gonter set in the spring o' '82.
'Take this idear that the world is round, for instance; I fail to see it! And then they say as Hawstralia is on the other side of the globe, underneath our feet. In my opinion it's ridiculous, because if it was true, wot's to prevent the people droppin' orf? 'Yes: well, of course it's very strange, admitted Sweater. 'I've often thought of that myself.
I went into a river an' got wet, an' then I took my 'at an' boots orf an' lay down on the grass, an' then the rain comed on, an' I walked to a 'ouse as was near, where they tooked me in. Oh, sich kind people," she sobbed, stretching out her hands, "that didn't badger me 'bout my soul, but gave me good food to eat. I gave 'em a wrong name. I was so 'fraid of that Army a-findin' me.
And underneath the picture is a card with a tex out of the Bible "Christ is the 'ead of this 'ouse: the unknown guest at every meal. The silent listener to every conversation." I was workin' there for three or four days and I got to know it orf by 'eart. 'Well, that takes the biskit, don't it? said Philpot.
But I dessay 'e could potter about with the dam' tub round about as far as Canvey, if 'e keeps it out of the wash of the steamers. He's been at this job two years now, and I shan't be sorry to see my yard shut of it. . . . Must humour the old boy, though. . . . Nigglin' job, mending boots, I reckon. If I mended boots, I'd 'ave to let orf steam summow. Or go on the booze."
'E's always orl roight when 'e's slep' 'it orf." "He's hurt his legs," explained William. "He hurt his legs at the Blue Cow. He's jus' restin'!" Mrs. Brown swallowed and counted twenty to herself. It was a practice she had acquired in her youth for use in times when words crowded upon her too thick and fast for utterance. At last she spoke with unusual bitterness.
'It seems to me as if he's gorn orf 'is bloody crumpet, he added as he watched Owen walking rapidly down the street. 'I can't understand why people can't mind their own bloody business: anyone would think the boy belonged to 'IM. That was just how the matter presented itself to Owen.
I opened the door ostentatiously and sallied out just in time to see Elizabeth playfully pulling William by the beard. 'You get them whiskers orf narsty, rarspin' things, she was saying. It was an awful moment. Elizabeth had the grace to look ashamed of herself for once, and drifted back to her sink without a word. As for William, he appeared thoroughly unnerved. He tottered towards me.
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