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326 ‘I don’t want any remarks if you please,’ said Miss Knag, with a strong emphasis on the personal pronoun. ‘Is there any fire downstairs for some hot water presently?’ ‘No there is not, indeed, Miss Knag,’ replied the substitute; ‘and so I won’t tell you no stories about it.’ ‘Then why isn’t there?’ said Miss Knag. ‘Because there arn’t no coals left out, and if I could make coals I would, but as I can’t I won’t, and so I make bold to tell you, Mem,’ replied Mrs Blockson. ‘Will you hold your tongue--female?’ said Mr Mortimer Knag, plunging violently into this dialogue. ‘By your leave, Mr Knag,’ retorted the charwoman, turning sharp round. ‘I’m only too glad not to speak in this house, excepting when and where I’m spoke to, sir; and with regard to being a female, sir, I should wish to know what you considered yourself?’ ‘A miserable wretch,’ exclaimed Mr Knag, striking his forehead. ‘A miserable wretch.’ ‘I’m very glad to find that you don’t call yourself out of your name, sir,’ said Mrs Blockson; ‘and as I had two twin children the day before yesterday was only seven weeks, and my little Charley fell down a airy and put his elber out, last Monday, I shall take it as a favour if you’ll send nine shillings, for one week’s work, to my house, afore the clock strikes ten tomorrow.’ With these parting words, the good woman quitted the room with great ease of manner, leaving the door wide open; Mr Knag, at the same moment, flung himself into the ‘warehouse,’ and groaned aloud. ‘What is the matter with that gentleman, pray?’ inquired Mrs |
