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Home-Life of the Lancashire Factory Folk during the Cotton Famine

CHAPTER XVII
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We dunno what is He goin' to do through the dark stroke is an' us this day." Here my friend interrupted her, saying, "Don't you think, Mrs K_, that you would be more comfortable if you were to keep your house cleaner?
It costs nothing, you know, but a little labour; and you have nothing else to do just now." "Ah, then," replied she; "see here, now.

I was just gettin' the mug ready for that same, whenever ye wor comin' into the yard, I was.

"Here she turned sharply round, and said to one of the girls, who was standing in the background, "Go on, wid ye, now; and clane the flure.

Didn't I tell ye many a time this day ?" The girl smiled, and shuffled away into a dingy little room at the rear of the cottage.

"Faith, sir," continued the woman, beating time with her hand in the air; "faith, sir, it is not aisy for a poor woman to manage unbiddable childer." "What part of Ireland do you come from, Mrs K_ ?" said I.She hesitated a second or two, and played with her chin; then, blushing slightly, she replied in a subdued tone, "County Galway, sir." "Well," said I, "you've no need to be ashamed of that." The woman seemed reassured, and answered at once, "Oh, indeed then, sir, I am not ashamed--why would I?
I am more nor seventeen year now in England, an' I never disguised my speech, nor disowned my country--nor I never will, aither, plase God." She had said before that her husband was forty- five years of age; and now I inquired what age she was.


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