East End (London, England) -- Fiction; London (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Sam Cardew, turning up at that moment and seeing her running alone in
the crowd, threw his arms about her waist and swung her round him again
and again, as he floundered gallantly this way and that, among the shies
and the hokey-pokey barrows.
"'Ulloo, Lizer! Where _are_ y' a-comin' to? If I 'adn't laid 'old o'
ye--!" But here Billy Chope arrived to demand what the 'ell Sam Cardew
was doing with his gal. Now Sam was ever readier for a fight than Billy
was; but the sum of Billy's half-pints was large: wherefore the fight
began. On the skirt of an hilarious ring Lizerunt, after some small
outcry, triumphed aloud. Four days before, she had no bloke; and here
she stood with two, and those two fighting for her! Here in the public
gaze, on the Flats! For almost five minutes she was Helen of Troy.
And in much less time Billy tasted repentance. The haze of half-pints
was dispelled, and some teeth went with it. Presently, whimpering and
with a bloody muzzle, he rose and made a running kick at the other.
Then, being thwarted in a bolt, he flung himself down; and it was like
to go hard with him at the hands of the crowd. Punch you may on Wanstead
Flats, but execration and worse is your portion if you kick anybody
except your wife. But, as the ring closed, the helmets of two policemen
were seen to be working in over the surrounding heads, and Sam Cardew,
quickly assuming his coat, turned away with such an air of blamelessness
as is practicable with a damaged eye; while Billy went off unheeded in
an opposite direction.
Lizerunt and her new bloke went the routine of half-pints and
merry-go-rounds, and were soon on right thumping terms; and Lizerunt was
as well satisfied with the issue as she was proud of the adventure.
Billy was all very well; but Sam was better. She resolved to draw him
for a feathered hat before next bank holiday. So the sun went down on
her and her bloke hanging on each other's necks and straggling toward
the Romford Road with shouts and choruses. The rest was tram-car, Bow
Music Hall, half-pints, and darkness.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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