Traffics and Discoveries

No, it weren’t, said McBride, at length, on the dirt, above the purloined weekly. You’re the aristocrat, Alf. Old Jerrold’s givin’ it you ‘ot. You’re the uneducated 'ireling of a callous aristocracy which 'as sold itself to the 'Ebrew financier. Meantime, Ducky –he ran his finger down a column of assorted paragraphs– you’re slakin’ your brutal instincks in furious excesses. Shriekin’ women an’ desolated ‘omesteads is what you enjoy, Alf …, Halloa! What’s a smokin’ ‘ektacomb?