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He feels losing a chance of saying 'bloody' as acutely as a snob feels dropping an H. He goes back sometimes and says the sentence over again and puts the 'bloody' in. I used to swear a little out of the range of your parental ear, but Ortheris has cured me. When he is about I am mincing in my speech. I perceive now that cursing is a way of chewing one's own dirt.
Rainsford's studying them, and so are three of your people, and when it comes to that, I'm studying them myself." "And I'd like you to clarify that remark about qualified psychologists," Ruth Ortheris added, in a voice approaching zero-Kelvin. "You wouldn't be challenging my professional qualifications, would you?" "Oh, Ruth, you know I didn't mean anything like that.
'An' this is 'im 'oo would be a bloomin' Vulmea all for the sake of Mullins an' a bloomin' button! Mullins never went after a woman in his life. Mrs. Mullins, she saw 'im one day 'Ortheris, I said, hastily, for the romances of Private Ortheris are all too daring for publication, 'look at the sun. It's a quarter past six! 'O Lord! Three quarters of an hour for five an' a 'arf miles!
'My, but that scarecrow 'as got 'em bad! said Ortheris. 'Seems like if 'e comes any furder we'll 'ave to argify with 'im. Learoyd raised himself from the dirt as a bull clears his flanks of the wallow. And as a bull bellows, so he, after a short minute at gaze, gave tongue to the stars. 'MULVAANEY! MULVAANEY! A-hoo!
But that was not all. They thawed progressively, and in the thawing told me more of their lives and adventures than I am ever likely to write. Omitting all else, this tale begins with the Lamentable Thirst that was at the beginning of First Causes. Never was such a thirst Mulvaney told me so. They kicked against their compulsory virtue, but the attempt was only successful in the case of Ortheris.
"Sing, ye bloomin' hummin' bird!" said he, and Ortheris, beating time on Learoyd's skull, delivered himself, in the raucous voice of the Ratcliffe Highway, of this song: My girl she give me the go onst, When I was a London lad, An' I went on the drink for a fortnight, An' then I went to the bad.
All that I am certain of is that, at supper-time, I found Mulvaney with Private Ortheris, two-thirds of a ham, a loaf of bread, half a pate-de-foie-gras, and two magnums of champagne, sitting on the roof of my carriage. As I came up I heard him saying
This gyard'll shtay lively till relieved. He himself was stripped to the waist; Learoyd on the next bedstead was dripping from the skinful of water which Ortheris, clad only in white trousers, had just sluiced over his shoulders; and a fourth private was muttering uneasily as he dozed open-mouthed in the glare of the great guard-lantern. The heat under the bricked archway was terrifying.
'Peacockses? queried Ortheris from the safe rest of a barrack-room table whereon he was smoking cross-legged, Learoyd fast asleep on a bench. 'Jock, said Mulvaney without answering, as he stirred up the sleeper. 'Jock, can ye fight? Will ye fight? Very slowly the meaning of the words communicated itself to the half- roused man. He understood and again what might these things mean?
"Ortheris," I answered, sternly, for I knew what was in his mind, "do you mean to say that" "I didn't mean to arx money o' you, any'ow," said Ortheris; "I'd 'a' sold you the dorg good an' cheap, but but I know Mulvaney 'll want somethin' after we've walked 'im orf, an' I ain't got nothin', nor 'e 'asn't neither, I'd sooner sell you the dorg, sir. 'S'trewth! I would!"
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