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“Bring me that muslin,” said Mrs. Glegg. “It’s a buff; I’m partial to buff.”
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Bob obeyed with ostentatious reluctance.
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“I’ll give you six shilling for it,” she said, 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, when you lived Kevin De Bruyne Pelipaidat 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 melinks:
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