after living with that dotty husband of hers she had her face beginning to look
drawn and run down the last time I saw her she must have been just after a
row with him because I saw on the moment she was edging to draw down a
conversation about husbands and talk about him to run him down what was it
she told me O yes that sometimes he used to go to bed with his muddy boots
on when the maggot takes him just imagine having to get into bed with a
thing like that that might murder you any moment what a man well its not
the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyway whatever he does always wipes
his feet on the mat when he comes in wet or shine and always blacks his own
boots too and he always takes off his hat when he comes up in the street like
that and now hes going about in his slippers to look for £ 10000 for a
postcard up up O Sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that simply bore you
stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots off now what
could you make of a man like that Id rather die 20 times over than marry
another of their sex of course hed never find another woman like me to put up
with him the way I do know me come sleep with me yes and he knows that too
at the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband
for what I wonder in love with some other man yes it was found out on her
wasnt she the downright villain to go and do a thing like that of course
some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you mad and always the
worst word in the world what do they ask us to marry them for if were so
bad as all that comes to yes because they cant get on without us white Arsenic
she put in his tea of flypaper wasnt it I wonder why they call it that if I asked
him hed say its from the Greek leave us as wise as we were before she must
have been madly in love with the other fellow to run the chance of being
hanged O she didnt care if that was her nature what could she do besides
theyre not brutes enough to go and hang a woman surely are they
theyre all so different Boylan talking about the shape of my foot he noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to listen I was waggling my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw him looking with his two old maids of sisters when I stood up and asked the girl where it was what do I care with it dropping out of me and that black closed breeches he made me buy takes you half an hour to let them down wetting all myself always with some brandnew fad every other week such a long one I did I forgot my suede gloves on the seat behind that I never got after some robber of a woman and he wanted me to put it in the Irish Times lost in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame street
