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"I wish ye good day, young ladus, and mayhap ye'd like to be interduced to No. 2 yourselves, some fine mornin'? Prov'dence can wait. There's a patient hen on the eggs of all of ye! I wouldn't marry Pole now not if he was to fall flat and howl for me. Mr. Wilfrud, I wish ye good-bye. Ye've done your work. I'll be out of this house in half-an-hour."
"Tell me, that there maybe no misunderstanding." Wilfrid again tried to fix her. "A rosy rosy fresh bit of a mouth she's got! and pouts ut!" Wilfrid took her hand. "Answer me." "'Deed, and I'm modust, Mr. Wilfrud." "You do him the honour to be very fond of him. I am to believe that? Then you must consent to leave us at the end of a week.
And signs ut all, 'Your faithful Charlotte. Mr. Wilfrud, I'd give five pounds for this letter if I didn't know ye wouldn't part with it under fifty. And 'deed I am a simmerin' pot; for she'll be a relation, my dear! Go to 'r. I'll have your bed ready for ye here at the end of an hour; and to-morrrow perhaps, if Lady Charlotte can spare me, I'll condescend to see Ad'la."
I hope ye'll none of ye be widows. It's a crool thing. And when ye've got no children of your own, and feel, all your inside risin' to another person's, and they hate ye hate ye! Oh! Oh! There, Mr. Wilfrud, ye needn't touch me elbow. Oh, dear! look at me in the glass! and my hair! Annybody'd swear I'd been drinkin'. I won't let Pole look at me. That'd cure 'm.
"Tell me, that there maybe no misunderstanding." Wilfrid again tried to fix her. "A rosy rosy fresh bit of a mouth she's got! and pouts ut!" Wilfrid took her hand. "Answer me." "'Deed, and I'm modust, Mr. Wilfrud." "You do him the honour to be very fond of him. I am to believe that? Then you must consent to leave us at the end of a week.
Chump, I listen to no gossup: listen you to no gossup. 'And Mr. Wilfrud, my dear, he sends me on the flat o' my back, laughin'. And Ad'la she takes and turns me right about, so that I don't see the thing I'm askin' after; and there's nobody but you, little Belloni, to help me, and if ye do, ye shall know what the crumple of paper sounds like." Mrs. Chump gave a sugary suck with her tongue.
Chump replied, with something of a curtsey, "I'll thank ye vary much, sir." She added immediately, "Mr. Wilfrud," as if correcting the 'sir, for sounding cold. It was so trustful and simple, that it threw alight on the woman under which they had not yet beheld her.
I hope ye'll none of ye be widows. It's a crool thing. And when ye've got no children of your own, and feel, all your inside risin' to another person's, and they hate ye hate ye! Oh! Oh! There, Mr. Wilfrud, ye needn't touch me elbow. Oh, dear! look at me in the glass! and my hair! Annybody'd swear I'd been drinkin'. I won't let Pole look at me. That'd cure 'm.
She knew that there was another way of putting the case, whereby she was not stuck in the criminal box; but the knowledge groped about blindly, and finding herself there, Mrs. Chump lost all idea of a counter-accusation, and resorted to wriggling and cajolery. "Ah! ye look sweeter when ye're kissin' us, Mr. Wilfrud; and I wonder where the little Belloni has got to!"
She was on the point of kissing him, but he fenced with the open letter; and learning that she might read it, she gave a cry of joy. "Dear W.!" she begins; and it's twice dear from a lady of title. She's just a multiplication-table for annything she says and touches. "Dear W.!" and the shorter time a single you the better. I'll have my joke, Mr. Wilfrud. "Dear W.!" Bless her heart now!
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