A Clergyman's Daughter by George Orwell & Nathan Waddell

Author:George Orwell & Nathan Waddell [Orwell, George & Waddell, Nathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780192587800
Publisher: OUP Oxford
Published: 2020-10-21T00:00:00+00:00

Mrs McElligot (in her sleep): ‘Was ’at you, Michael dear?’

Mrs Bendigo: ‘It’s my belief as the sneaking bastard ’ad another wife living when ’e married me.’

Mr Tallboys (from the roof of his mouth, stage curate-wise,* reminiscently): ‘If any of you know cause or just impediment why these two persons should not be joined together in holy matrimony…’*

The Kike: ‘A pal! A bloody pal! And won’t lend his bloody overcoat!’

Mrs Wayne: ‘Well, now as you’ve mentioned it, I must admit as I never was one to refuse a nice cup of tea. I know that when our poor dear mother was alive, pot after pot we used to…’

Nosy Watson (to himself, angrily): ‘Sod!…Gee’d into it and then a stretch all round.…Never even done the bloody job.…Sod!’

Deafie (singing): ‘With my willy willy——’

Mrs McElligot (half asleep): ‘Dear Michael.…He was real loving, Michael was. Tender an’ true.…Never looked at another man since dat evenin’ when I met’m outside Kronk’s slaughter-house an’ he gimme de two pound o’ sausage as he’d bummed off de International Stores for his own supper….’

Mrs Bendigo: ‘Well, I suppose we’ll get that bloody tea this time tomorrow.’

Mr Tallboys (chanting, reminiscently): ‘By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered thee, O Zion!…’*

Dorothy: ‘Oh, this cold, this cold!’

Snouter: ‘Well, I don’t do no more —— starries this side of Christmas. I’ll ’ave my kip tomorrow if I ’ave to cut it out of their bowels.’

Nosy Watson: ‘Detective, is he? Smith of the Flying Squad!* Flying Judas* more likely! All they can bloody do—copping the old offenders what no beak won’t give a fair chance to.’

Ginger: ‘Well, I’m off for the fiddle-de-dee.* ’Oo’s got a couple of clods for the water?’

Mrs McElligot (waking): ‘Oh dear, oh dear! If my back ain’t fair broke! Oh holy Jesus, if dis bench don’t catch you across de kidneys! An’ dere was me dreamin’ I was warm in kip wid a nice cup a’ tea an’ two o’ buttered toast waitin’ by me bedside. Well, dere goes me last wink o’ sleep till I gets into Lambeth public lib’ry tomorrow.’

Daddy (his head emerging from within his overcoat like a tortoise’s from within its shell):* ‘Wassat you said, boy? Paying money for water! How long’ve you bin on the road, you ignorant young scut? Money for bloody water? Bum it, boy, bum it! Don’t buy what you can bum and don’t bum what you can steal. That’s my word—fifty year on the road, man and boy.’ (Retires within his coat.)

Mr Tallboys (chanting): ‘O all ye works of the Lord——’

Deafie (singing): ‘With my willy willy——’

Charlie: ‘’Oo was it copped you, Nosy?’

The Kike: ‘Oh Je-e-e-eeze!’

Mrs Bendigo: ‘Shove up, shove up! Seems to me some folks think they’ve took a mortgage on this bloody seat.’

Mr Tallboys (chanting): ‘O all ye works of the Lord, curse ye the Lord, curse Him and vilify Him for ever!’*

Mrs McElligot: ‘What I always says is, it’s always us poor bloody Catholics dat’s down in de bloody dumps.’

Nosy Watson: ‘Smithy. Flying

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