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"My gran'darter Sal kin tell ye." "Where is she?" asked Kilsip, sharply. At this the old woman threw back her head, and howled dismay. "She's 'ooked it," she wailed, drumming on the ground with her feet. "Gon' an' left 'er pore old gran' an' joined the Army, cuss 'em, a-comin' round an' a-spilin' business." Here the woman on the bed broke out again
"Come now, on the night the 'Queen, as you call her, died, there was a gentleman came to see her?" "So she said," retorted Mother Guttersnipe; "but, lor, I dunno anythin', I were drunk." "Who said the 'Queen?" "No, my gran'darter, Sal. The 'Queen, sent 'er to fetch the toff to see 'er cut 'er lucky.
"Prue aren't afeard o' Black Jarge never was," returned Simon; "she can manage un allus could; you'll mind she could allus tame Black Jarge wi' a look, Gaffer." "Ah! she 'm a gran'darter to be proud on, be Prue," nodded the Ancient, "an' proud I be to!" "What," said I, "is she your daughter, Simon?" "Ay, for sure." "And your granddaughter, Ancient?" "Ay, that she be, that she be."
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