Neither of them had seen the British Isles in two years or more.
"'Ow do you know ?" demanded Taswell.
"Haven't I been there, old chap?
A year or more?
It's a rotten big place where gentlemen aspire to sell gloves and handkerchiefs and needlework over the shop counters.

At any rate, that's what every one said every one else was doing, and advised me to--to get a situation doing the same.

You know, Tazzy, I couldn't well afford to starve and I _wouldn't_ sell things, so I came away.

But it's no island." "Well, that's neither here nor there, Jackie.

I 'aven't a 'ome and you 'aven't a 'ome, and we're wanderers on the face of the earth.