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five minutes later he comes back into the hut with four tuppeny bars of chocolate, and he gives them to this kid Ginger and he says: `Oh well, many 'appy returns,' and hands these bars of chocolate to young Ginger, and Ginger says : 'Thanks."'
" Nut-milk chocolate?"
" Yuh-that's right, nut-milk chocolate. And then Bearsbreath sort of stands on his two legs wide apart, and he says: `I'm surprised at you. You and your birthdays. Blimey,' he says, `what's the younger generation coming to? Personally,' he says, `I never had a.birthday in me life,' he says. `Only cissies have birthdays. Only effiminate young women have birthdays. Why,' he says, `personally, I'd be ashamed to own to having a birthday,' he said. `So,' he says, `you ain't got no mum and no dad and you ain't got nobody, and you go around 'aving birthdays, do you? Alright, young fella,' he says, and this kid Bearsbreath shoves his hands under this here rubbish, this sloppy stuff they call battle-dress, and takes off his belt. Bearsbreath was proud of this belt. It was a good bit of cowhide with a big brass buckle, and this kid Bearsbreath had stuck an to it eleven or twelve regimental badges of all sorts, and in particular a silver stag's head of the Seaforth Highlanders, and a Scots Guards warrant officer's starred cross in some sort of silver metal. He was proud of that belt, because in a way, apart from a sort of a stiffness in the back and a sort of way of walking, this belt was all that young Bearsbreath had to show for about twenty years in the Guards, woman, twenty lousy years. Bearsbreath takes off this belt, and I thought for the moment that he

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