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'Yes, I know, dear, but that's to go towards paying off what we owe, and what you have down for the grocer and milkman's the same. 'Well, go on, for Christ's sake, and let's get it down, said Easton, irritably. 'We can't say less than three shillings for groceries. Easton looked carefully at his list.
'If you want to know the time, ask a pleeceman, she said. 'You been on this beat long? 'Just short of two weeks, miss. 'I been here three days. 'I hope you like it, miss. 'So-so. The milkman's a nice boy. Constable Plimmer did not reply. He was busy silently hating the milkman.
At the corner of Bold-street some ninety years ago was a milkman's cottage and dairy. Whitechapel, when I was a lad, was a dreadful thoroughfare. I have seen it deep in water, and boats rowed about, conveying people from house to house, in times of flood. There used to be a channel with water running down the centre of the street, which was considerably lower than it is at present.
I could get the milkman's hoss for you. She is twenty-three years old and as quiet as an old maid of seventy-five; she wouldn't run away or kick, not even if you was to build a fire under her."
The milkman came at six, and he was the good fairy who released Ben Westerveld from durance vile or had until the winter months made his coming later and later, so that he became worse than useless as a timepiece. But now it was late March, and mild. The milkman's coming would soon again mark old Ben's rising hour.
Ralph stared at them but seemed decidedly pleased, for he instantly thrust out his hand in friendly greeting. "Well, well, who'd think you would drop in on me as if you came from the skies?" he was saying as he worked Hugh's arm like a milkman's pump handle.
And just when it had finished the very last little halfpenny worth, which was short measure, because the milkman's nerves were quite upset, the Red Dragon came down the street looking for the Manticora.
She wished to herself that the milkman's horse might run away while he was at some door. The rancor which possessed her father, the kicking against the pricks, was possessing her. She felt a futile rage, like that of some little animal trodden underfoot. A boy whom she knew ran past whooping, with a tin-pail, after the milkman. Evidently his mother wanted some extra milk.
The milkman's shrill voice was still far in the distance, the man of letters was still at work upon knockers some way off, it was not yet time for his little girl to make her appearance, and he was not even thinking of her, when suddenly his umbrella was nearly knocked out of his hand by coming violently into collision with another umbrella.
The little group by the steps of the Washington could hear her voice before they saw her and the boy swung around and listened. "I used to think that if I wasn't a human being, made in the image of God, I'd like to be the milkman's horse in Mifflin," he heard Mary Rose say and he chuckled. "Why, Mary Rose?" laughed Miss Thorley.
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