I wants
to convince yer she was on'y a representative of 'er clarss. I
wants to awaken yer bloody clarss consciousness. Then yer'll see
it's 'er clarss yer've got to fight, not 'er alone. There's a 'ole
mob of 'em like 'er, Gawd blind 'em!
YANK--[Spitting on his hands--belligerently.] De more de merrier
when I gits started. Bring on de gang!
LONG--Yer'll see 'em in arf a mo', when that church lets out. [He
turns and sees the window display in the two stores for the first
time.] Blimey! Look at that, will yer? [They both walk back and
stand looking in the jewelers. Long flies into a fury.] Just look
at this 'ere bloomin' mess! Just look at it! Look at the bleedin'
prices on 'em--more'n our 'old bloody stokehole makes in ten
voyages sweatin' in 'ell! And they--her and her bloody clarss--
buys 'em for toys to dangle on 'em! One of these 'ere would buy
scoff for a starvin' family for a year!
YANK--Aw, cut de sob stuff! T' hell wit de starvin' family! Yuh'll
be passin' de hat to me next. [With naive admiration.] Say, dem
tings is pretty, huh? Bet yuh dey'd hock for a piece of change aw
right. [Then turning away, bored.] But, aw hell, what good are
dey? Let her have 'em. Dey don't belong no more'n she does. [With
a gesture of sweeping the jewelers into oblivion.
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