““Why?” “Strike me dead! carn’t yer answer a civil queschin?” “How dare you talk to me like that, you young larrikin? Be off! or I’ll send for a policeman.” “Blarst the cops! D’yer think I cares for ’em? Fur two pins I’d fetch a push an’ smash yer ole shanty about yer ears—y’ole cow! I only arsked if Arvie lived here! Holy Mosis! carn’t a feller arsk a civil queschin?” “What do you want with Arvie? Do you know him?” “My oath! Don’t he work at Grinder Brothers? I only come out of my way to do him... a good, turn; an’ now I’m sorry I come—damned if I ain’t—to be barracked like this an’ shoved down my own throat. (Pause). I want to tell Arvie that if he don’t come ter work termorrer, another bloke’ll collar his job. I wouldn’t like to see a cove collar a cove’s job an’ not tell a bloke about it. What’s up with Arvie, anyhow? Is he sick?” “Arvie is dead!” “Christ!! (Pause) Garn! What-yer-giv’n-us? Tell Arvie Bill Anderson wants ter see him.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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