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Fair is fair, and I shall 'ave to reckon it a hextry, with the rate gone up sevenpence a thousand and my Rosie leavin' a fine nurse-maid's place in Bayswater at the end of the month to come 'ome and 'elp 'er mother, 'cos my hastmer " "Will you please shut the door after you?" interrupted Lancelot, biting his lip with irritation. And Mrs.
Fair is fair, and I shall 'ave to reckon it a hextry, with the rate gone up sevenpence a thousand, and my Rosie leavin' a fine nursemaid's place in Bayswater at the end of the month to come 'ome and 'elp 'er mother, 'cos my hastmer " "Will you please shut the door after you?" interrupted Lancelot, biting his lip with irritation. And Mrs.
"Did you ring, sir?" said a wheezy voice, at last. Mrs. Leadbatter had got tired of waiting. Lancelot started violently Mrs. Leadbatter had latterly left him entirely to Mary Ann. "It's my hastmer," she had explained to him apologetically, meeting him casually in the passage. "I can't trollop up and down stairs as I used to when I fust took this house five-an'-twenty year ago, and pore Mr.
Leadbatter paused and turned her head. "His there anything the matter!" she echoed, looking down upon him. "A nice thing when a woman's troubled with hastmer and brought 'ome 'er daughter to take 'er place, that she should 'ave to start 'untin' afresh!" "Why, is Rosie going away?" he said, immeasurably relieved. "My Rosie! She's the best girl breathing. It's that there Mary Ann!"
Leadbatter paused and turned her head. "His there anything the matter!" she echoed, looking down upon him. "A nice thing when a woman's troubled with hastmer, and brought 'ome 'er daughter to take 'er place, that she should 'ave to start 'untin' afresh!" "Why, is Rosie going away?" he said, immeasurably relieved. "My Rosie! She's the best girl breathing. It's that there Mary Ann!"
"Did you ring, sir?" said a wheezy voice at last. Mrs. Leadbatter had got tired of waiting. Lancelot started violently Mrs. Leadbatter had latterly left him entirely to Mary Ann. "It's my hastmer," she had explained to him apologetically, meeting him casually in the passage. "I can't trollop up and down stairs as I used to when I fust took this house five-an'-twenty year ago, and pore Mr.
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