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"Ello, Elfrid!" she said. "Where you been all this time?" "Looking round," said Mr. Polly. "Found a shop?" "One or two likely ones. But it takes time." "You've got the wrong cups, Mother." She went into the kitchen, disposed of her purchases, and returned with the right cups. "What you done to your face, Elfrid?" she asked, and came and scrutinised his scratches. "All rough it is."
"If you choke yourself, my lord, not another mouthful do you 'ave. No nice puddin'! Nothing!" "And kept us in, she did, every afternoon for a week!" It seemed to be the end, and Mr. Polly replied with an air of being profoundly impressed: "Really!" "Elfrid!" a little disheartened. "And then they 'ad it! They found he'd swallowed the very key to unlock the drawer "
I 'aven't patience with such deceitfulness, and I didn't think it of you, Elfrid. And now the letting season's 'arf gone by, and what I shall do with that room of yours I've no idea. Frank is frank, and fair play fair play; so I was told any'ow when I was a girl. Just as long as it suits you to stay 'ere you stay 'ere, and then it's off and no thank you whether we like it or not.
You've caught us on the 'Op as the sayin' is, but Welcome all the same. Pity Annie's at work to-day; she won't be 'ome till seven." Miriam put chairs and attended to the fire, Minnie edged up to Mr. Polly and said: "I am glad to see you again, Elfrid," with a warm contiguous intimacy that betrayed a broken tooth. Mrs.
The narration at Mr. Polly's elbow pursued a quiet but relentless course. "Directly the new doctor came in he said: 'Everything must be took out and put in spirits everything." Willie, audible ingurgitation. The narration on the left was flourishing up to a climax. "Ladies," she sez, "dip their pens in their ink and keep their noses out of it!" "Elfrid!" persuasively.
"I loved you, Elfrid," said Miriam, "since ever we met at your poor father's funeral. Leastways I would have done, if I had thought. You didn't seem to mean anything you said. "I can't believe it!" she added. "Nor I," said Mr. Polly. "You mean to marry me and start that little shop " "Soon as ever I find it," said Mr. Polly. "I had no more idea when I came out with you " "Nor me!"
"Then don't let people go casting snacks!" "Who's casting snacks!" "Elfrid! This lady wants to know, 'ave the Prossers left Canterbury?" "No wish to make myself disagreeable, not to God's 'umblest worm " "Alf, you aren't very busy with that brawn up there!" And so on for the hour. The general effect upon Mr.
St Bede was buried at Jarrow, but his relics were afterwards taken to Durham by a priest named Elfrid, and laid by St Cuthbert's side. In the twelfth century a glorious shrine was built over these relics by the Bishop of Durham, Hugh Pudsey: a shrine that, like many another, was destroyed in the sixteenth century uprising of the king of the country against the Church of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
"Ain't you going to kiss me, Elfrid, now we're alone together?" He roused himself to sit forward hands on knees, cocked his hat over one eye, and assumed an expression of avidity becoming to the occasion. "Never!" he said. "Ever!" and feigned to be selecting a place to kiss with great discrimination. "Come here," he said, and drew her to him. "Be careful of my 'at," said Mrs.
"You don't mean you've got someone " He found himself plunging. "I've got someone in my eye, this minute," he said. "Elfrid!" she said, turning on him. "You don't mean " Well, did he mean? "I do!" he said. "Not reely!" She clenched her hands to keep still. He took the conclusive step.
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