William Somerset Maugham,
Liza of Lambeth — Chapter 8
(1897)
“ He was a young gentleman who did not suffer from excessive backwardness.'Aht!' shouted a dozen voices as the ball went past Liza's bat and landed in the pile of coats which formed the wicket. The captain came forward to resume his innings, but Liza held the bat away from him. ”
William Somerset Maugham,
Liza of Lambeth — Chapter 8
(1897)
“ I didn't treat my mother like thet. Oh, you've been a bad daughter ter me an' I 'ad more illness carryin' you than with all the other children put togither. You was a cross at yer birth, an' you've been a cross ever since. An' now in my old age, when I've worked myself ter the bone, yer leaves me to starve and burn to death.' Here she began to cry, and the rest of her utterances was lost in sobs. *** The dusk had darkened into night, and Mrs. Kemp had retired to rest with the dicky-birds. Liza was thinking of many things; she wondered why she had been unwilling to meet Jim in the morning. ”
William Somerset Maugham,
Liza of Lambeth — Chapter 8
(1897)
“ Kemp, as Liza entered the room.'Wot's the matter, mother?''Matter! I like thet matter indeed! Go an' matter yerself an' be mattered! Nice way ter treat an old woman like me an' yer own mother, too!''Wot's up now?''Don't talk ter me; I don't want ter listen ter you. Leavin' me all alone, me with my rheumatics, an' the neuralgy! I've 'ad the neuralgy all the mornin', and my 'ead's been simply splittin', so thet I thought the bones 'ud come apart and all my brains go streamin' on the floor. ”
