"Row with her in the XL Café about the bracelet. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney. Twelve and six a week. Not much. Still, she might do worse. Musichall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.
O, well: she knows how to mind herself. But if not? No, nothing has happened. Of course it might. Wait in any case till it does. A wild piece of goods. Her slim legs running up the staircase." (U4.422)
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O, well: she knows how to mind herself. But if not? No, nothing has happened. Of course it might. Wait in any case till it does. A wild piece of goods. Her slim legs running up the staircase." (U4.422)
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"Destiny. Ripening now. Vain: very.
He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window." (U4.430)
He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window." (U4.430)
"Day I caught her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little. Was given milk too long. On the Erin's King that day round the Kish." (U4.432)
"Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky. Her pale blue scarf loose in the wind with her hair.
All dimpled cheeks and curls,
Your head it simply swirls." (U4.435)
All dimpled cheeks and curls,
Your head it simply swirls." (U4.435)
"Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says. Pier with lamps, summer evening, band." (U4.439)
"Those girls, those girls,
Those lovely seaside girls." (U4.442)
'Those Lovely Seaside Girls' is a song (1899) with lyrics and music by Harry B Norris.
Those lovely seaside girls." (U4.442)
'Those Lovely Seaside Girls' is a song (1899) with lyrics and music by Harry B Norris.
"Milly too. Young kisses: the first. Far away now past. Mrs Marion. Reading lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling, braiding.
A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Will happen, yes. Prevent. Useless: can't move. Girl's sweet light lips. Will happen too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move now." (U4.444)
A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Will happen, yes. Prevent. Useless: can't move. Girl's sweet light lips. Will happen too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move now." (U4.444)
"Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. Full gluey woman's lips." (U4.450)
"Better where she is down there: away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to pass the time. Might take a trip down there." (U4.451)
"August bank holiday, only two and six return. Six weeks off, however. Might work a press pass. Or through M'Coy." (U4.452)
Bank Holiday in the UK = a national public holiday declared by royal proclamation and recognized, since 1871, by an Act of Parliament. The name refers to the fact that banks usually close for business. In England and Wales, there are typically eight bank holidays every year, in Scotland nine and in Northern Ireland ten.
Bank Holiday in the UK = a national public holiday declared by royal proclamation and recognized, since 1871, by an Act of Parliament. The name refers to the fact that banks usually close for business. In England and Wales, there are typically eight bank holidays every year, in Scotland nine and in Northern Ireland ten.
"The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the meatstained paper, nosed at it and stalked to the door. She looked back at him, mewing. Wants to go out. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Let her wait. Has the fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear with her back to the fire too.
He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up, undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.
— Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I'm ready.
Heaviness: hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the landing.
A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm." (U4.455)
He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up, undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.
— Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I'm ready.
Heaviness: hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the landing.
A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm." (U4.455)
"In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Titbits. He folded it under his armpit, went to the door and opened it." (U4.467)
A Titbits issue from 1906.
A Titbits issue from 1906.
"The cat went up in soft bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.
Listening, he heard her voice:
- Come, come, pussy. Come." (U4.468)
Listening, he heard her voice:
- Come, come, pussy. Come." (U4.468)
"He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to listen towards the next garden. No sound. Perhaps hanging clothes out to dry. The maid was in the garden. Fine morning." (U4.472)
'Sing a Song of Sixpence' is an English nursery rhyme dating at least from the 18c.
"Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing
Was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house, counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlour, eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!"
"Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing
Was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house, counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlour, eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!"
"He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall. Make a summerhouse here. Scarlet runners. Virginia creepers. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur. All soil like that without dung. Household slops. Loam, what is this that is?" (U4.475)