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Their goings-on had been going on for some time. Even granting that it was as you have had in your thoughts, what the two had done together would come familiar to the mind of one. 'You don't know father, Miss, when you talk like that. Indeed, indeed, you don't know father. 'Lizzie, Lizzie, said Miss Potterson. 'Leave him. You needn't break with him altogether, but leave him.
The man on the other side of the half-door, was a waterside-man with a squinting leer, and he eyed her as if he were one of her pupils in disgrace. 'You're cruel hard upon me, Miss Potterson. Miss Potterson read her newspaper with contracted brows, and took no notice until he whispered: 'Miss Potterson! Ma'am! Might I have half a word with you?
'I vow and declare I am half ashamed of myself for taking such an interest in you, said Miss Abbey, pettishly, 'for I don't believe I should do it if you were not good-looking. Why ain't you ugly? Lizzie merely answered this difficult question with an apologetic glance. 'However, you ain't, resumed Miss Potterson, 'so it's no use going into that. I must take you as I find you.
Would you 'sxcuse me taking the liberty of asking, is it my character that you take objections to? 'Certainly, said Miss Potterson. 'Is it that you're afraid of 'I am not afraid OF YOU, interposed Miss Potterson, 'if you mean that. 'But I humbly don't mean that, Miss Abbey. 'Then what do you mean? 'You really are so cruel hard upon me!
Therefore, I disembarked with my valise in my hand as Potterson the steward and Mr Jacob Kibble my fellow-passenger afterwards remembered and waited for him in the dark by that very Limehouse Church which is now behind me. 'As I had always shunned the port of London, I only knew the church through his pointing out its spire from on board.
There's not a Detective in the Force, Miss Abbey, that could find out better stuff than that. 'Glad to hear you say so, rejoined Miss Abbey. 'You ought to know, if anybody does. 'Mr Job Potterson, Mr Inspector continued, 'I drink your health. Mr Jacob Kibble, I drink yours. Hope you have made a prosperous voyage home, gentlemen both.
Riah had some business to transact with its proprietress, Miss Abbey Potterson, to whom he presented himself, and was about to introduce his young companion when Miss Wren interrupted him: "Stop a bit," she said, "I'll give the lady my card." She produced it from her pocket with an air, and Miss Abbey took the diminutive document, and found it to run thus: Miss JENNY WREN. Dolls' Dressmaker..
'We take the liberty of coming, my young companion and I, madam, said Riah, 'on behalf of Lizzie Hexam. Miss Potterson was stooping to loosen the bonnet-strings of the dolls' dressmaker. She looked round rather angrily, and said: 'Lizzie Hexam is a very proud young woman.
Going upon the slippery stones, beside which lay a few idle and rickety boats, I found the expected range of windows with "red curtains matching the noses of the regular customers." I looked in at the door. A long passage opened a vista of pleasant bar-parlor, or whatever it may have been, on the river-side; and, perhaps, I should have seen Miss Abbey Potterson if I had gone to the end.
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