are ah yes I know I hope the old press doesnt creak ah I knew it would hes
sleeping hard had a good time somewhere still she must have given him great
value for his money of course he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance
of a thing I hope theyll have something better for us in the other world tying
ourselves up God help us thats all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly bed
always reminds me of old Cohen I suppose he scratched himself in it often
enough and he thinks father bought it form Lord Napier that I used to
admire when I was a little girl because I told him easy piano O I like my
bed God here we are as bad as ever after 16 years how many houses were
we in at all Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street and
Holles street and he goes about whistling every time were on the run
again his huguenots or the frogs march pretending to help the men with
our 4 sticks of furniture and then the City Arms hotel worse and worse
says Warden Daly that charming place on the landing always somebody
inside praying then leaving all their stinks after them always know who was in
there last every time were just getting on right something happens or he puts
his big foot in it Thoms and Helys and Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes
going to be run into prison over his old lottery tickets that was to be all our
salvations or he goes and gives impudence well have him coming home with
the sack soon out of the Freeman too like the rest on account of those Sinner
Fein or the freemasons then well see if the little man he showed me dribbling
along in the wet all by himself round by Coadys lane will give him much
consolation that he says is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed judging
by the sincerity of the trousers I saw on him wait theres Georges church bells
wait 3 quarters the hour wait 2 oclock well thats a nice hour of the night for
him to be coming home at to anybody climbing down into the area if anybody
saw him Ill knock him off that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at his shirt
to see or Ill see if he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I suppose
he thinks I dont know deceitful men all their 20 pockets arent enough for
their lies then why should we tell them even if its the truth they dont
believe you then tucked up in bed like those babies in the Aristocrats
Masterpiece he brought me another time as if we hadnt enough of that in real
life without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is disgusting you more
with those rotten pictures children with two heads and no legs thats the kind
of villainy theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in their
empty heads they ought to get slow poison the half of them then tea and
toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose Im nothing any
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