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Mrs Rudd that's Mrs Yule's sister what a nice, polite-spoken lady she is, to be sure? If I was to repeat the language but there, I wouldn't lower myself. And I've been a brute of a mistress; I ill-use my servants, and I don't give 'em enough to eat, and I pay 'em worse than any woman in London! That's what I've learnt about myself by going to Perker Street, 'Olloway.
But I can't say as much for her relations in Perker Street, 'Olloway, which I s'pose they're your relations as well, at least by marriage. And if they think they're going to insult me, and use their blackguard tongues 'What are you talking about? shouted Yule, who was driven to frenzy by the mention of his wife's humble family. 'What have I to do with these people?
'Is Mr. Berkeley at home? Hilda asked of the pretty servant girl who opened the door to her, mentally taking note at the same time that Arthur's aesthetic tendencies evidently extended even to his human surroundings. 'Which Mr. Berkeley? the girl asked in reply. 'Mr. Berkeley senerer, 'e's at 'ome, but Mr. Arthur, 'e's gone up this mornin' to 'Olloway.
It's all about Annie, because I found a place for her at Mrs Goby's in the 'Olloway Road; and now Mrs Goby's been here and seen your father, and told him she's been insulted by the Rudds, because Annie went off home, and she went after her to make inquiries. And your father's in such a passion about it as never was.
'In a trip to 'Olloway? No, thank you! Upon that something indistinguishable to the three who were withdrawing was said in the group that had sniggered through Mrs. Thomas's speech. Another one of that choice circle gave a great guffaw. There were still more who were amused, but less indiscreetly. Three men, looking like gentlemen, paused in the act of strolling by. They, too, were smiling.
'You can come along of me, an' I'll tike a room in a lodgin' 'ouse in 'Olloway, an' we can live there as if we was married. 'Wot abaht yer work? 'I can get work over the other side as well as I can 'ere. I'm abaht sick of the wy things is goin' on. 'So am I; but I can't leave mother. 'She can come, too. 'Not when I'm not married. I shouldn't like 'er ter know as I'd as I'd gone wrong.
It was the first time that she had ever spoken of her own accord to Mr. Soper. "He may have come out lately, but you should have seen the way 'e began, in a dirty little second 'and shop in the City. A place," said Mr. Soper, "I wouldn't 'ave put my nose into if I was paid. Crammed full of narsty, mangy, 'Olloway Street rubbish." "Look here now," said Mr.
The servant, not without apprehensions, delivered this message at the door of the study. 'Mrs Goby? Who is Mrs Goby? exclaimed the man of letters, irate at the disturbance. There sounded an answer out of the passage, for the visitor had followed close. 'I am Mrs Goby, of the 'Olloway Road, wife of Mr C. O. Goby, 'aberdasher.
'It's just as hard, said a bystander to his companion, 'just as hard for learned counsel in the august quiet of the Chancery Division to find out when their cases are really coming on. 'You ask, and you're sent to Marlborough Police Court, said Miss Levering, 'instead of to Marylebone. 'They oughter send yer to 'Olloway do y' good. 'You go on, miss. Nobody minds 'im.
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