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The question being illustrated by the production of a decanter, the cabman's dignity relaxed somewhat. "I ain't bigoted," said he. "Then sit down and mix yourself a glass of grog. Soda or plain water?" "May as well have all the extries," replied the cabman, sitting down and grasping the decanter with the air of a man who means business.
"Guinea a week and what extries you like. There!" Mavis ran down the stairs. "Won't they give you more than five shillings?" shouted the woman over the banisters as Mavis reached the door. "I s'pose your beat is the Park," the woman shrieked, as Mavis ran down the steps. Mavis ran a few yards, to stop short.
'Of course he must go an' lose his work, just when his wife's wantin' a few little extries, as you may say. 'Lost his work? 'Day 'fore yes'day. I don't like him, an' I don't like his ways; he'll be gettin' into trouble before long, you mind what I say. His family's a queer lot, 'cordin' to what they tell. Do you know them, Miss? 'I used to, a long time ago.
"Learn her all you want to," he said magnanimously to Miss Lucinda, who negotiated the arrangement. "I ain't got but two children, her and Tom. He's just like me don't know a blame thing but business; but Floss " his bosom swelled under his checked vest "she's on to it all. I pay for everything you get into her head. Dancin', singin', French all them extries goes."
I didn't know what was up, but when me and the wife went into Hamilton Sat'dy night in our flivver we seen one of the extries and read about how the poor lady was murdered. But that ain't what I was gittin' at, sir " "Well, what are you getting at?" Sanderson urged.
"So many!" "But onny three's alive." "The other three are dead!" "It costs five bob a week an' extries to let a kid live, to say nothin' of the lies and trouble an' all. An' no thanks you get for it." "A mother loves and looks after her own," declared Mavis. "Little dears! Ain't they pretty when they prattles their little prayers?" asked Mrs Gowler, as her lips parted in a terrible smile.
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