Oliver Onions,
Back o' the Moon, and Other Stories…
(1906)
“ Ellah, the trumpet at his ear, chewed at his lip and whimpered:“You know I ha' my iggs—you ought to pity me, same as others; the sight of my own blood's like a flame i' my brain——”“Pity you!” Monjoy said contemptuously; “you'd have more pity from me if your iggs didn't always suit your own ends so pat. I know your head-knocking on walls; how much of it do you do when there's nobody watching you? It goes down with women and fools that Ellah's iggs must be humoured, but in two words, Ellah, my man, you're a lazy devil, and if you can contrive it to live without working you will. ”
