Liza of Lambeth by W. Somerset (William Somerset) Maugham
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the next 'ouse, 'll give yer some blackin'.'
She remained silent for a bit, then said: 'I don't think I shall get up ter-day. Liza. My rheumatics is bad. You can put the room straight and cook the dinner.' 'Arright, mother, you stay where you are, an' I'll do everythin' for yer.' 'Well, it's only wot yer ought to do, considerin' all the trouble you've been ter me when you was young, and considerin' thet when you was born the doctor thought I never should get through it. Wot 'ave you done with your week's money, Liza?' 'Oh, I've put it awy,' answered Liza quietly. 'Where?' asked her mother. 'Where it'll be safe.' 'Where's that?' Liza was driven into a corner. 'Why d'you want ter know?' she asked. 'Why shouldn't I know; d'you think I want ter steal it from yer?' 'Na, not thet.' |
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