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Updated: May 1, 2025
At the bazaar a big white label proclaims that everything in the window is to be sold at the astounding price of "eleven-three," and the purchaser is free to make his choice from such treasures as work-boxes lined in crimson plush, and covered with a massed pattern in shells; desks fitted with all the implements for writing, scent bottles tied with blue ribbons; packets of stationery with local views, photograph frames in plush and gelatine, or to select more perishable trophies in glass and china, all solemnly guaranteed to be worth double the price.
"I admit they don't fit as well as your stockings, but " "Norval." "Madam?" "Behave yourself." "Very good, madam. By the way, what about my wages?" "What do you suggest? I shan't object to anything reasonable." "No? Well, I was getting eleven-three a yar day in my last place, and all found especially all." "'All found''s rather a dangerous phrase." "Not at all.
To Cailsham they had brought with them an old armchair convertible, at considerable risk to the fingers, into a shake-down bed. "We needn't buy a bed, then," said Mrs. Bishop. "No; but it'll need some sort of coverlet to make it look decent. I've seen them at Robinson's in the High Street for two and eleven-three." "Put that down," said Mrs. Bishop.
Trod on myself during a game of fives, and twisted my ankle a bit. 'In for the middles, of course? 'Yes. 'So am I. 'Yes, so I saw in the Sportsman. It says you weigh eleven-three. 'Bit more, really, I believe. Shan't be able to have any lunch, or I shall have to go in for the heavies. What are you? 'Just eleven. Well, let's hope we meet in the final. 'Rather, said Tony.
"No!" cried Darsie firmly. "You are my childhood's friend, and I love you dearly, but wear lace frills with a linen collar at my Orchard party you shall not! Miserable woman! Will you never learn how to dress?" "I paid eleven-three for it, near the end of a term. Thought I would please you this time! Hate the tickling stuff myself.
She wondered what Bertie's mother and sister thought of his middle-aged bride. For a time they all sat round in silence. Joanna covertly surveyed the drawing-room. It was not unlike the parlour at Ansdore, but everything looked cheaper they couldn't have given more than ten pound for their carpet, and she knew those fire-irons six and eleven-three the set at the ironmongers.
But then, no one can ever listen to a person of the male sex proffering a good line of stockings in Lisle thread at one and eleven-three without experiencing a strong desire to be sick. Which goes back to what I said before: the whole thing is one of environment. The stocking vendors knew no better; for want of the necessary teaching they took to their nauseating trade.
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