““One of you kids do me a favour,” he says, in an undertone. “Go to the Y.M.C.A. and get this filled with tea. Here’s twopence. Just put down the twopence and say ‘Fill it’—you stand to get a buckshee penn’orth that way. And give it to Butcher…. “Come on, Butch, out of it! Have a fag, Butcher. Was you the only man that was Bill’s china? He was my pal, too. I’m browned off as much as you are, about it. So is Crowney. So’s a lot of us. Me … I could spit blood. A feller like Nelson, he’s entitl...ed to live donkey’s years. For ever! Never ought to die. You rookies, you don’t know. You couldn’t know what a feller like Bill Nelson is. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying you’re not all right. But … Christ, the years we’ve known Nelson! It takes time to make a feller like Nelson. They got to be brewed: they got to mature. “Bill Nelson. Argh—Death! All these years I’ve seen good men go, and go! The best goes first.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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