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Now, as you know, every train stops, and Spiers and Pond are there, and you can lunch and have Bovril and Oxo.
For the consumptive she said, "Open the windows, rest, and don't spit"; but that isn't a peasant's idea of doctoring: they want medicine or magic, one or the other, which doesn't matter. The train started "after eight" on Monday evening. The English boys at the Rest house were very good to us, adding to our small stock of necessities a "Tommy's treasure," two mackintosh capes, and some oxo cubes.
But the fear which looked out of those glinting eyes was terrible to behold. We gave them "Oxo," and the medical officer came and looked at them. They came down to our dried-up water-course and tried to sleep; but they were past sleep. They kept dozing off and waking up with a start and muttering "... All gone... killed... where? where? Eh? where?... he's dying, dying... stop the bleeding, man!
In your haversack you carry your iron rations, meaning a tin of bully beef, four biscuits, and a can containing tea, sugar, and Oxo cubes; a couple of pipes and a package of shag, a tin of rifle oil, and a pull-through. Tommy generally carries the oil with his rations; it gives the cheese a sort of sardine taste.
The orchestra was busy again, and to the tune of a loud elusive rag-time, she shouted: "Do you know, I gave my job the sack this morning. I shall be on the brink of starvation in three and a half days' time. That's counting a box of Oxo Cubes I have by me. You don't happen to know of a suitable job. I can't cook, and if I sew a button on it comes off quicker than if I hadn't.
When it was cooked, I added the oxo cubes and the oyster biscuit, and mashed all together with part of the lid of a box, and the mulligan was ready. The boys were not critical, and I believe I could get from any one of them a recommendation for a cook's position. In the winter we had had no trouble about a fire, for the stoves were going, and we made our mulligan and boiled water for tea on them.
Excited anticipation for your name as each parcel or letter is read out, dull disappointment if your issue is napoo. Parcels. Oxo cubes, of course. Utilised because of adhesive qualities for throwing at a target as darts. A pair of silk socks, purple with gold spots. Will come in useful as a rifle rag. A long, wide woolly article resembling a cross between a scarf and a blanket ... do as a pillow.
A group clustered about it; a policeman drinking oxo, his waterproof cape shining with wet; two taxi-cab drivers having coffee and buns; a girl in an evening cloak, with a despatch case, eating biscuits. Gideon passed by without stopping. A hand touched him on the arm, and a painted face looked up into his, murmuring something.
"Oh dear no, sir. Quite appropriate for a young person of her position." "Just what I should have expected." He slackened his pace. "We are passing a hoarding, are we not?" "Yes, sir." "We will stand here a moment. Read me the letterpress of the poster before us." "This 'Oxo' one, sir?" "Yes." "'Oxo, sir." Carrados was convulsed with silent laughter.
It is like dram-drinking. If you had stopped there, all might have been well. But the thing, once started, fascinated you. Now you have landed yourself with a splash in the very centre of the Oxo in order to do a good turn to Comrade Waller. You must drop it, Comrade Jackson. When you were free and without ties, it did not so much matter.
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