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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

It would be cruel if she didn't come. She must.
Maisie came once, and that was enough for her. She was quite right. She had
something to work for. This creature has only beer-handles to pull, unless she
has deluded some young man into keeping company with her. Fancy being cheated
for the sake of a counter-jumper! We're falling pretty low."
Something cried aloud within him:--This will hurt more than anything that has
gone before. It will recall and remind and suggest and tantalise, and in the
end drive you mad.
"I know it, I know it!" Dick cried, clenching his hands despairingly; "but,
good heavens! is a poor blind beggar never to get anything out of his life
except three meals a day and a greasy waistcoat? I wish she'd come."
Early in the afternoon time she came, because there was no young man in her
life just then, and she thought of material advantages which would allow her to
be idle for the rest of her days.
"I shouldn't have known you," she said approvingly. "You look as you used to
look--a gentleman that was proud of himself."
"Don't you think I deserve another kiss, then?" said Dick, flushing a little.
"Maybe--but you won't get it yet. Sit down and let's see what I can do for you.
I'm certain sure Mr.


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