Send a boy to Kingsgate Street," she says, "and snap her up at any
price, for Mrs Gamp is worth her weight and more in goldian guineas."
My landlord brings the message down to me, and says, "bein' in a light
place where you are, and this job promising so well, why not unite the
two?" "No, sir," I says, "not unbeknown to Mr Mould, and therefore do
not think it. But I will go to Mr Mould," I says, "and ast him, if you
like."' Here she looked sideways at the undertaker, and came to a stop.
'Night-watching, eh?' said Mould, rubbing his chin.
'From eight o'clock till eight, sir. I will not deceive you,' Mrs Gamp
rejoined.
'And then go back, eh?' said would.
'Quite free, then, sir, to attend to Mr Chuffey. His ways bein' quiet,
and his hours early, he'd be abed, sir, nearly all the time. I will not
deny,' said Mrs Gamp with meekness, 'that I am but a poor woman, and
that the money is a object; but do not let that act upon you, Mr Mould.
Rich folks may ride on camels, but it an't so easy for 'em to see out of
a needle's eye. That is my comfort, and I hope I knows it.'
'Well, Mrs Gamp,' observed Mould, 'I don't see any particular objection
to your earning an honest penny under such circumstances.
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