Cut it out, Sis, an' lissen ter er wise crack. Will yer be nice if I pay yer fine?

At the prefab site entrance, we collect our breathing apparatus from the 'tallyman' who books people in and out of the tunnel.

He stood transfixed before the unaccustomed view of London at night time, a vast panorama which reminded him […] of some wood engravings far off and magical, in a printshop in his childhood.

They had been pouring tea and passing wafers when they should have been Dorcassing at their Christmas tasks.