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ain't no patience with your saucy madames as can't remember as they're
eating an honest man's bread. Drat 'em all; what is it they wants? They
don't know what they wants. It's just hidleness cause there ain't a
ha'porth for 'em to do. It's that as makes 'em, I won't say what. But
as for this here child, B. . . .' At that moment there came a knock at
the door. Mrs Bozzle going into the passage, opened it herself, and saw
a strange gentleman. Bozzle, who had stood at the inner door, saw that
the gentleman was Mr Trevelyan.
The letter, which was still in the ex-policeman's hand, had reached
Stony Walk on the previous day; but the master of the house had been
absent, finding out facts, following up his profession, and earning an
honest penny. Trevelyan had followed his letter quicker than he had
intended when it was written, and was now with his prime minister,
before his prime minister had been able to take any action on the last
instruction received. 'Does one Mr Samuel Bozzle live here?' asked
Trevelyan.


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