No more she ain't," sez I;
"but she takes arter her father, an' werry sorry she is for it," sez
I. "I want to put her in the way of 'arnin' some money," sez 'e. "Oh,
_do_ you?" sez I. "How very kind! I'm sure it does a pore woman's
'eart good to see how kind you gents is to us pore women's pootty
darters," sez I,--"even shiny Quaker gents as is generally so quiet.
You're not the fust shiny gent," sez I, "as 'ez followed 'er 'um, I
can tell you,--not the fust by a long way; but up to now," sez I,
"I've allus managed to send you all away with a flea in your ears,
cuss you for a lot of wicious warm exits, young and old," sez I, "an'
if you don't get out," sez I--"My good woman, you mistake my
attentions," sez 'e. "Oh no, I don't," sez I, "not a bit on it. It's
sich ole sinners as you in your shiny black coats," sez I, "as I
never _do_ mistake, and if you don't git out there's a pump-'andle
behind this werry door, as my poor bor Bob brought up from the
country for me to sell for him--" "My good woman," sez 'e, "I am a
hartist," sez 'e. "What's that?" sez I.
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