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She was swarthy, with red lips and fine eyes; she was dressed in showy but cheap evening finery. "Common and vulgar-minded," was Mavis's mental comment as she looked at this person. "Are you the new girl?" the stranger asked. "Yes." "I took you for Bella, the slavey. Sorry! Pleased to meet you." "Thank you." "Have you just come in from outside?" "Yes."
I'd have died happy, just smothered in loveliness!" would return the O'Kelly; and he and the Signora would rush into each other's arms, and the sound of their kisses would quite excite the little slavey sweeping down the stairs outside.
She's a bit gone on me." "You're what I call a gay Lothario," said Lenehan. "And the proper kind of a Lothario, too!" A shade of mockery relieved the servility of his manner. To save himself he had the habit of leaving his flattery open to the interpretation of raillery. But Corley had not a subtle mind. "There's nothing to touch a good slavey," he affirmed. "Take my tip for it."
"What's it all about?" asked Adair, pointing to the former. "Brudder! brudder!" answered Pango. "Where does he come from?" inquired Adair. Pango gave the incomprehensible name of a village in the interior, adding, "Make slavey, make slavey." "And who are all those others?" asked Adair. "All slavey, all slavey," cried Pango eagerly. "Ah! I thought so," exclaimed Adair.
She could understand better than Madge the scene the young girl pictured. "Tania was eight years old when her mother died," finished Madge pensively. "Since then poor Tania has had such a dreadful time, living with that wretched old Sal, who has made a regular slavey of her, and she just had to go on with her pretending in order to be able to bear her life at all." Madge and Mrs.
As Katherine approached she found that the house before which it stood bore the number she sought, and on reaching it she found the door held open by a little smutty girl, the very lowest type of slavey, with unkempt hair, and a rough holland apron of the grimiest aspect.
Fer me, Hi says that them as is too fine for Soho houghtn't to be livin' 'ere. That's w'at Hi says halthough 'e pyes as reg'lar as clockworks." "Clockworks fawther with a waxworks darter!" cried the slavey, who had a taste for humor of a kind. "Th' one 'ud stop if t'other melted. That's sure." "'E hidolizes 'er that much hit mykes me think o' Roman Catholics an' such," the landlady replied.
"Shut the door," said the old man, hoarsely, as if exhausted. "Please, sir, there's a lady here," said the little slavey. Katherine, who was as frightened as if she were face to face with a lunatic, had a terrible conviction that this appalling old man was her uncle. How should she ever address him? What an unfortunate time to have fallen upon!
With a word to the fainting old miser, she descended to the chaotic kitchen, where she rejoiced the heart of the small slavey by the sight of the cold beef and bread she had brought for her. Then she set to work to cook the chops she had purchased. This done, to the amazement of the little servant, she looked in vain for a cloth to spread upon the only battered tray she could find.
"Be George! she's the foinest woman I've seen for a long time." "She's a window," said the German. "A what?" "A window the window of an engineer." "Is it a widow you mane? What d'ye know about her? What's her name, and where does she come from?" "I have heard from the slavey that a win a widow lives over dere in those rooms.
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