conscrumption

Updated: July 26, 2026

He disappeared down the trap-door, and mechanically, as if in a dream, I sat down by the man and listened to his instructions, kindly enough bestowed. But I did not remain in peace two minutes. A burst of chatter rose as the foreman vanished, and a tall, bloated, sharp-nosed young man next me bawled in my ear, "I say, young'un, fork out the tin and pay your footing at Conscrumption Hospital."

Charles Kingsley - Alton Locke, Tailor and Poet: An Autobiography