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"Mr. Geoffrey, what are you gettin' at?"
"Well, I would remind you that Spike has--a sister!"
"Ah!" said Mrs. Trapes, and her lined face took on a sudden anxious
expression.
"Therefore, I've been contemplating--er--tackling Mr. M'Ginnis--at a
proper and auspicious time, of course."
"An' what o' the gang?"
"Oh, drat the gang, Mrs. Trapes."
"But you don't mean as you'd fight M'Ginnis?"
"Well--er--the thought has occurred to me, Mrs. Trapes, though I'm quite
undecided on the matter, and--er--I believe my breakfast is burning!"
"My land!" ejaculated Mrs. Trapes, turning to snatch the pan from the
stove, "I'm afraid the fire's ketched it a bit, Mr. Geoffrey--"
"No matter."
"An' now there's the coffee b'ilin' over!"
"Let me help you," said Ravenslee, rising.
"Anyway, your breakfast's ready, so come an' eat it while it's good an'
hot."
"On condition that you eat with me."
"What, eat wi' you, Mr. Geoffrey--in my best parlour--an' me in me
workin' clo'es?"
"Ah, to be sure--not to be thought of, Mrs.


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