Goodgod. Inev erate inall ....
(With hanging head he marches doggedly forward The navvy, lurching by, gores him with his flaming pronghorn.)
(with a cry of pain, his hand to his back) Ah! Bright's! Lights!
(points to the navvy) A spy. Don't attract attention. I hate stupid crowds. I am not on pleasure bent. I am in a grave predicament.
Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story."