slum.
They are not a very noisy or obtrusive lot in this street. They do not go
to Hyde Park with banners, and they seldom fight. It is just possible
that one or two among them, at some point in a life of ups and downs,
may have been indebted to a coal and blanket fund; but whosoever
these may be, they would rather die than publish the disgrace, and it is
probable that they very nearly did so ere submitting to it.
Yet there are aspirations. There has lately come into the street a young
man lodger who belongs to a Mutual Improvement Society.
Membership in this society is regarded as a sort of learned degree, and
at its meeting debates are held and papers smugly read by lamentably
self-satisfied young men lodgers, whose only preparation for debating
and writing is a fathomless ignorance. For ignorance is the inevitable
portion of dwellers here: seeing nothing, reading nothing, and
considering nothing.
Where in the East End lies this street? Everywhere. The hundred and
fifty yards is only a link in a long and mightily tangled chain--is only a
turn in a tortuous maze. This street of the square holes is hundreds of
miles long. That it is planned in short lengths is true, but there is no
other way in the world that can more properly be called a single street,
because of its dismal lack of accent, its sordid uniformity, its utter
remoteness from delight.
* * *
Lizerunt
I.
Somewhere in the register was written the name Elizabeth Hunt; but
seventeen years after the entry the spoken name was Lizerunt. Lizerunt
worked at a pickle factory, and appeared abroad in an elaborate and
shabby costume, usually supplemented by a white apron. Withal she
was something of a beauty. That is to say, her cheeks were very red, her
teeth were very large and white, her nose was small and snub, and her
fringe was long and shiny; while her face, new-washed, was susceptible
of a high polish. Many such girls are married at sixteen, but Lizerunt
was belated, and had never a bloke at all.
Billy Chope was a year older than Lizerunt. He wore a billycock with a
thin brim and a permanent dent in the crown; he had a bobtail coat,
with the collar turned up at one side and down at the other, as an
expression of independence; between his meals he carried his hands in
his breeches pockets; and he lived with his mother, who mangled. His
conversation with Lizerunt consisted long of perfunctory nods; but
great things happened this especial Thursday evening, as Lizerunt,
making for home, followed the fading red beyond the furthermost end
of Commercial Road. For Billy Chope, slouching in the opposite
direction, lurched across the pavement as they met, and taking the
nearest hand from his pocket, caught and twisted her arm, bumping her
against the wall.
'Garn,' said Lizerunt, greatly pleased: 'le' go!' For she knew that this
was love.
'Where yer auf to, Lizer?'
''Ome, o' course, cheeky. Le' go;' and she snatched--in vain--at Billy's
hat.
Billy let go, and capered in front of her. She feigned to dodge by him,
careful not to be too quick, because affairs were developing.
'I say, Lizer,' said Billy, stopping his dance and becoming business-like,
'going anywhere Monday?'
'Not along o' you, cheeky; you go 'long o' Beller Dawson, like wot you
did Easter.'
'Blow Beller Dawson; she ain't no good. I'm goin' on the Flats. Come?'
Lizerunt, delighted but derisive, ended with a promise to 'see.' The
bloke had come at last, and she walked home with the feeling of having
taken her degree. She had half assured herself of it two days before,
when Sam Cardew threw an orange peel at her, but went away after a
little prancing on the pavement. Sam was a smarter fellow than Billy,
and earned his own living; probably his attentions were serious; but one
must prefer the bird in hand. As for Billy Chope, he went his way,
resolved himself to take home what mangling he should find his mother
had finished, and stick to the money; also, to get all he could from her
by blandishing and bullying, that the jaunt to Wanstead Flats might be
adequately done.
There is no other fair like Whit Monday's on Wanstead Flats. Here is a
square mile and more of open land where you may howl at large; here
is no danger of losing yourself as in Epping Forest; the public-houses
are always with you; shows, shines, swings, merry-go-rounds,
fried-fish staIls, donkeys are packed closer than on Hampstead Heath;
the ladies' tormentors are larger, and their contents smell worse than at
any other fair. Also, you may be drunk and disorderly without being
locked up--for
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