| Author: | Edward Dyson | ISBN: | 1230000157231 |
| Publisher: | WDS Publishing | Publication: | August 3, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Edward Dyson |
| ISBN: | 1230000157231 |
| Publisher: | WDS Publishing |
| Publication: | August 3, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
A RECENT disappointment in love had made Benno a perfect fiend to women.
A woman had deceived him; by her perfidy his heart had been broken, his
life blighted. At twenty-one and a half he was already embittered, and
all through a woman. Henceforward he would give them no quarter. His
cynicism would have made you shudder.
"I'm livin' on'y fer revenge," he told Feathers, darkly.
"Come orf the keg, little boy," replied the packer, with his
man-of-the-world air. "You ain't talkin', y' know; ye're just makin' a
noise."
"I'm talkin', gorstruth," the clerk continued. "There isn't a bit o'
common in treatin' women decent. If y' do, they'll dog on yer fer a cert.
Deal 'em out stoush 'ard 'n' often, 'n' they'll lick yer 'and. Show 'em
yer gone soft about 'em, 'n' y' get what yer lookin' fer--the sudden
jerk. Ye're on'y fit t' be cut up fer dusters then. Women's pure nark, I
tell yeh. I spared one woman once" (here the little clerk's voice became
husky and morose, and his small brow darkened), "'n' she never forgive me
fer it, but never again--never again. Any iv the sect what's in my power
after this won't git no mercy, 'n' that's how it is."
"It's after 'avin' sixpen'orth iv 'ang-over et 'The Cankered 'Eart, 'r
The Cooper in the Soup,' 'n' it's puttin' up fer a 'eavy villain et eight
stone seven, Feathers commented; and then he continued in a declamatory
manner: 'T' mothers 'iv fam'lies, 'n' all whom it may concern. As Benno,
the feather-weight devil, otherwise the Merciless Midget, is now prowlin'
at large in the parks 'n' waste places, it would be well 'n' wise t' keep
all girls iv the female sex under sixteen stone limit on the chain till
the monster's plugged with bullets 'r otherwise pervided fer."
A RECENT disappointment in love had made Benno a perfect fiend to women.
A woman had deceived him; by her perfidy his heart had been broken, his
life blighted. At twenty-one and a half he was already embittered, and
all through a woman. Henceforward he would give them no quarter. His
cynicism would have made you shudder.
"I'm livin' on'y fer revenge," he told Feathers, darkly.
"Come orf the keg, little boy," replied the packer, with his
man-of-the-world air. "You ain't talkin', y' know; ye're just makin' a
noise."
"I'm talkin', gorstruth," the clerk continued. "There isn't a bit o'
common in treatin' women decent. If y' do, they'll dog on yer fer a cert.
Deal 'em out stoush 'ard 'n' often, 'n' they'll lick yer 'and. Show 'em
yer gone soft about 'em, 'n' y' get what yer lookin' fer--the sudden
jerk. Ye're on'y fit t' be cut up fer dusters then. Women's pure nark, I
tell yeh. I spared one woman once" (here the little clerk's voice became
husky and morose, and his small brow darkened), "'n' she never forgive me
fer it, but never again--never again. Any iv the sect what's in my power
after this won't git no mercy, 'n' that's how it is."
"It's after 'avin' sixpen'orth iv 'ang-over et 'The Cankered 'Eart, 'r
The Cooper in the Soup,' 'n' it's puttin' up fer a 'eavy villain et eight
stone seven, Feathers commented; and then he continued in a declamatory
manner: 'T' mothers 'iv fam'lies, 'n' all whom it may concern. As Benno,
the feather-weight devil, otherwise the Merciless Midget, is now prowlin'
at large in the parks 'n' waste places, it would be well 'n' wise t' keep
all girls iv the female sex under sixteen stone limit on the chain till
the monster's plugged with bullets 'r otherwise pervided fer."
