The girl was a silly-looking, plump creature, dressed in clothes
very like Dorothy’s own could hear some of what they were saying
‘That tart looks ill,’ said the girl
The orange-headed one, who was singing ‘Sonny Boy’ m a good baritone
voice, stopped singing to answer ‘She ain’t ill,’ he said ‘She’s on the beach all
right, though Same as us ’
‘She’d do jest nicely for Nobby, wouldn’t she?
very like Dorothy’s own could hear some of what they were saying
‘That tart looks ill,’ said the girl
The orange-headed one, who was singing ‘Sonny Boy’ m a good baritone
voice, stopped singing to answer ‘She ain’t ill,’ he said ‘She’s on the beach all
right, though Same as us ’
‘She’d do jest nicely for Nobby, wouldn’t she?
Orwell - A Clergyman's Daughter
