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Updated: July 28, 2025
Mavis had occupied her room for some days before she learned anything of the house in which she lodged. It was kept by a Mr, Mrs, and Miss Gussle, who lived in the basement. It was Miss Gussle who had opened the door to Mavis on the day she came. Mrs Gussle was never seen.
Very soon, Mr Gussle could be heard panting up the stairs with an iron chair bedstead, which was set up, with other conveniences, in the music-hall agent's office. "Nice if he comes back and came into my room in the night," remarked Miss Toombs. "What on earth would you do?" asked Mavis. "Lock the door to keep him in," replied Miss Toombs quickly, at which the two friends laughed immoderately.
Mavis heard from one source that she was always drunk; from another, that she was a teetotaller and spent her time at devotions; from a third, that she neither drank nor prayed, but passed the day in reading novelettes. But it was Mr Gussle who appealed the most to Mavis's sense of character.
"You're fond of children?" commented Mavis. The girl nodded, the while she bit her lip. "I can see you've had baby brothers or sisters," remarked Mavis. "How do you know?" "By the way you hold him." "What do you think of Gertie?" asked Lil quickly. "Who's Gertie?" "Mr Gussle. Upstairs we always call him Gertie."
If I'm not back soon, my character will be lost and I shall be locked out for the night." "I'd love you to stay. But there's scarcely room for you in this poky little hole." "Can't I engage another room?" "But the expense?" "Blow that! See if they can put me up." Mavis talked to Miss Gussle on the subject.
"I can't make him out," said Mavis, at which she learned from Lil that Mr Gussle loathed his present means of earning a livelihood; also, that he hungered for respectability, and that, to satisfy his longing, he frequented, in his spare time, a tin tabernacle of evangelical leanings.
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