kicher on ’em ‘ud ha’ gone to the rich, handsome ladies, like you, mum, at five shillin’ apiece — not a farthin’ less; but what does the moth do? Why, it nibbles off three shillin’ o’ the price i’ no time; an’ then a packman like me can carry ‘t to the poor lasses as live under the dark thack, to make a bit of a blaze for ’em. Lors,Mark Messier Tröjor, it’s as good as a fire,Dame Moncler Daphne, to look at such a hankicher!”
Bob held it at a distance for admiration, but Mrs. Glegg said sharply:
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“Eh, mum, I told you how it ‘ud be,Andrej Sustr Tröjor,” said Bob, flinging aside the colored things with an air of desperation. “I knowed it ud’ turn again’ you to look at such paltry articles as I carry. Here’s a piece o’ figured muslin now,Curtis Lazar Tröjor, what’s the use o’ you lookin’ at it? You might as well look at poor folks’s victual,Nike KD 7 Damskie, mum; it ‘ud on’y take away your appetite. There’s a yard i’ the middle on’t as the pattern’s all missed — lors, why, it’s a muslin as the Princess Victoree might ha’ wore; but,” added Bob, flinging it behind him on to the turf,Dame Moncler Makori, as if to save Mrs. Glegg’s eyes, “it’ll be bought up by the huckster’s wife at Fibb’s End — that’s where it’ll go — ten shillin’ for the whole lot — ten yards,Menn Moncler Sport, countin’ the damaged un — five-an’-twenty shillin’ ‘ud ha’ been the price, not a penny less. But I’ll say no more,Dame Moncler Yaroy, mum; it’s nothing to you, a piece o’ muslin like that; you can afford to pay three times the money for a thing as isn’t half so good. It’s nets you talked on; well, I’ve got a piece as ‘ull serve you to make fun on ——”
“Bring me that muslin,” said Mrs. Glegg. “It’s a buff; I’m partial to buff.”
“Eh, but a damaged thing,” said Bob,Jacob Markstrom Tröjor, in a tone of deprecating disgust. “You’d do nothing with it, mum, you’d give it to the cook, I know you would, an’ it ‘ud be a pity — she’d look too much like a lady in it; it’s unbecoming for servants.”
“Fetch it, and let me see you measure it,” said Mrs. Glegg, authoritatively.
Bob obeyed with ostentatious reluctance.
“See what there is over measure!” he said, holding forth the extra half-yard, while Mrs. Glegg was busy examining the damaged yard, and throwing her head back to see how far the fault would be lost on a distant view.
“I’ll give you six shilling for it,” she said,Ron Hextall Tröjor, throwing it down with the air of a person who mentions an ultimatum.
“Didn’t I tell you now, mum, as it ‘ud hurt your feelings to look at my pack? That damaged bit’s turned your stomach now; I see it has,” said Bob, wrapping the muslin up with the utmost quickness, and apparently about to fasten up his pack. “You’re used to seein’ a different sort o’ article carried by packmen,Nike Kobe 9 Elite High-Top Męskie, when you lived at the stone house. Packs is come down i’ the world; I told you that; my goods are for common folks. Mrs. Pepper ‘ull give me
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