East End (London, England) -- Fiction; London (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"None o' your lip," replied Bill, rising and reaching for a pipe-spill:
"none o' your lip, you work'us stone-breaker." Then, turning with a
sudden access of fury, "I'll knock yer face off, blimy!" he shouted, and
raised his fist.
"Now, then, none o' that here, please," cried the landlord from behind
the bar; unto whom Bill Napper, with all his wonted obedience in that
quarter, answered only, "All right, guv'nor," and subsided.
Left alone, he soon followed the master-pavior and his men through the
swing doors, and so went home. In his own street, observing two small
boys in the prelusory stages of a fight, he put up sixpence by way of
stakes, and supervised the battle from the seat afforded by a convenient
window-sill. After that he bought a morning paper, and lay upon his bed
to read it, with a pipe and a jug; for he was beginning a life of
leisure and comfort, wherein every day should be a superior Sunday.
IV.
Thus far the outward and visible signs of the Napper wealth were these:
the separate house; the barrel of beer; a piano--not bought as a musical
instrument, but as one of the visible signs; a daily paper, also
primarily a sign; the bonnets and dresses of the missis; and the
perpetual possession of Bill Napper by a varying degree of fuddlement.
An inward and dissembled sign was a regiment, continually reinforced,
of mostly empty bottles, in a cupboard kept sacred by the missis. And
the faculties of that good lady herself experienced a fluctuating
confusion from causes not always made plain to Bill: for the money was
kept in the bedroom chest of drawers, and it was easy to lay hands on a
half-sovereign as required without unnecessary disturbance.
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