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Come, now," said the landlady, "I've no time to be sitting always in a sickroom, not if I was paid anything for it." The Mozambiquer only showed her white teeth good-naturedly for answer, and went out, and the landlady followed her. Gregory, glad to be alone, watched the sunshine as it came over the fuchsias in the window, and ran up and down on the panelled door in the corner.
The Mozambiquer had closed it loosely behind her, and presently something touched it inside. It moved a little, then it was still, then moved again; then through the gap a small nose appeared, and a yellow ear overlapping one eye; then the whole head obtruded, placed itself critically on one side, wrinkled its nose disapprovingly at Gregory, and withdrew.
The Mozambiquer took care of her, and she would not allow any one else to touch her; would not so much as allow any one else to see her foot uncovered. She was strange in many ways, but she paid well, poor thing; and now the Mozambiquer was going, and she would have to take up with some one else. The landlady prattled on pleasantly, and now carried away the tray with the breakfast things.
He had asked his one question, and had had his answer; now she might talk on. Presently a door in the corner opened and a woman came out a Mozambiquer, with a red handkerchief twisted round her head. She carried in her hand a tray, with a slice of toast crumbled fine, and a half-filled cup of coffee, and an egg broken open, but not eaten.
I believe this to be true, from what I have seen and heard; and certainly the coloured people have a great preference for the English. I am persecuted by the ugliest and blackest Mozambiquer I have yet seen, a bricklayer's labourer, who can speak English, and says he was servant to an English Captain 'Oh, a good fellow he was, only he's dead! He now insists on my taking him as a servant.
Her ebony face grinned complacently as she shut the door softly and said, "Good morning." The landlady began to talk to her. "You are not going to leave her really, Ayah, are you?" she said. "The maids say so; but I'm sure you wouldn't do such a thing." The Mozambiquer grinned. "Husband says I must go home." "But she hasn't got any one else, and won't have any one else.
Rietz made me, I was sorry I had hired the cart and kept it to take me home, for I would gladly have stayed longer, and the heat did me no harm; but I did not like to throw away a pound or two, and drove back that evening. Mrs. Rietz, told me her mother was a Mozambiquer. 'And your father? said I. 'Oh, I don't know.
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