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Updated: May 24, 2025
You'd have heard it from a wife, half your time: though I dare say" Mrs Penhaligon sighed "'twould ha' been with you like the rest. . . . 'A nice cauch Mr Nanjivell's made of it, said I to myself, getting back to the kitchen: 'but he's under notice to quit: and if he quits quick an' delicate, mebbe there's no great harm done. So I came along to ask you about it."
"You won't shut the door on me again?" pleaded 'Biades. "That depends on how slippy you look. I make no promises," answered 'Beida sternly. "'Twas you that first stole Mr Nanjivell's money, and if you ben't doin' it again, well I can only say as appearances be against him eh, 'Bert?" "Fetch it out, you varmint!" 'Bert commanded. "But I don't understand a word of this!" protested the mother.
An' then, as if that wasn' enough, you must come nosin' in after Mr Nanjivell's small savin's. . . . Gentry!" she swung round upon Builder Gilbert. "Here, Mr Gilbert, you're neither gentry nor perlice. When I tell you about Miss Charity Oliver, that calls herself a lady! That's your gentry!" "Hey?" Nicky-Nan pushed her hand aside. "What's this you're tellin', now?"
"Have you told him?" burst in young 'Bert, and drew back at gaze, a foot within the threshold. "Yes, I've told him," answered 'Beida. "No, you needn' stare so," she went on hurriedly, catching him on the edge of confusion. "It'll be all right if you just answer up an' tell the truth. . . . When we was movin' this afternoon, you an' me took Mr Nanjivell's savin's away, the last thing didn' we?"
But he tapped on the Penhaligons' door for her very politely. "Thank you," she said. "That's Nanjivell's door, at the end of the passage." He bowed and went on, came to the door, paused for a glance at the padlock hitched loose on the staple, knocked, and as his custom was when visiting the poor walked in briskly, scarce waiting for an answer. "Hullo!"
You needn' clucky down an' hide an' after breakin' Mr Nanjivell's windows, that hasn' sixpence between hisself an' heaven, to pay a glazier!" "Proper young limbs you be," the voice went on. "With no father at home to warm 'ee!"
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