This 'ere's some Cartholic place or other.

Come _hon_." "Strike me dead, so it is, Joe, large as life! Christ! oo'd 'ave thought it?
A bloody cru-cru-chifix! Wat's old England comin' to, Joe ?" And with drunken solemnity he began to make a sign of the cross, as he had seen it done in Belgium.
The other, in the half-light, plainly started.

"Shut your bloody jaw, 'Enery," he said, "It's bad luck to swear near a cruchifix.

I saw three chaps blotted out clean next second for it, back behind Lar Basay.

Come on, will yer?
We carn't stay 'ere all the blasted night." "You are down on a chap, you are," said the other.