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'Just put it on the fire-back, Bozzle,' she said one morning, as her
husband stood before her reading for the second time a somewhat lengthy
epistle which had reached him from Italy, while he held the baby over
his shoulder with his left arm. He had just washed himself at the sink,
and though his face was clean, his hair was rough, and his shirt
sleeves were tucked up.
'That's all very well, Maryanne; but when a party has took a gent's
money, a party is bound to go through with the job.'
'Gammon, Bozzle.'
'It's all very well to say gammon; but his money has been took and
there's more to come.'
'And ain't you worked for the money down to Hexeter one time, across
the water pretty well day and night watching that ere clergyman's 'ouse
like a cat? What more'd he have? As to the child, I won't hear of it,
B. The child shan't come here. We'd all be shewed up in the papers as
that black, that they'd hoot us along the streets. It ain't the regular
line of business, Bozzle; and there ain't no good to be got, never, by
going off the regular line.


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