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"Mr. Geoffrey," sighed Mrs. Trapes, and her elbows were particularly
needle-like, "I jest took that piece o' sheep's liver an' wrapped it
round that young man's face."
"Unhappy young man!" murmured Mr. Ravenslee.
"Y' see, Mr. Geoffrey, though a widder an' therefore lorn, I ain't to be
trod on in the matter of livers, or anything else!"
"I'm sure of it, Mrs. Trapes."
"But if you don't kind of fancy liver, how about sassiges? Sassiges is
tasty an' filling, an' cheap. What d' ye say to sassiges?"
"Sausages," answered Mr. Ravenslee, shaking grave head, "sausages demand
such unbounded faith in the--er--sausagee--or should it be sausage-or?"
"Oh, well--a chop, cut thick an' with a kidney in it--what d' ye say to
a chop, now?"
"No, a chop in an hour, Mrs. Trapes, or say, two hours, will be most
welcome. Are you very busy?"
"Washing's all done, but there's a lot o' your shirts waiting to be
ironed--an' me here, lettin' me iron get cold!"
"Oh, never mind the shirts, Mrs. Trapes! Pray sit down; I need your
counsel and advice.


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