children hadn't risen yet, though she knew the him would tend to them when they did. It was an old trick of theirs, trying to make him feel incompetent--as if a man was incompetent because he couldn't see in the dark, or identify a local horse by the sound of its trot. ''And you, sir?' Mary asked. Ullo, dearie, fancy a kiss?' she said, then burpedloudly into the man's astonished face.
ly concerned about the purpose forwhich his premises were used, whether for a Sundayschool or a brothel. Or some curate's daughter whosaw her cunny only as an affliction and a shame and notas a delight. Itwas Ann Gower, who couldn't remember when she hadn'tbeen on the streets. She smiled to herself at thesught of the exasperation she would see on his smallthough she knew her benefactor was most fond of to.
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