Blue, white, and blue again, rolled over the navvy’s face in waves, till all settled to one rich clay-bank yellow, and—that fell which fell.
This is from “My Sunday at Home”, in The Day’s Work.
On a train journey through deepest southern England, in the summer time, an American doctor mistakenly thinks that a navvy has taken poison. He administers a powerful emetic to him, and they are now waiting for the draught to have its effect. What follows is spectacular…