'What a imperent young sparrow it is! I wouldn't be that
creetur's mother not for fifty pound!'
Mr Bailey regarded this as a delicate confession of her attachment,
and a hint that no pecuniary gain could recompense her for its being
rendered hopeless. He felt flattered. Disinterested affection is always
flattering.
'Ah, dear!' moaned Mrs Gamp, sinking into the shaving chair, 'that there
blessed Bull, Mr Sweedlepipe, has done his wery best to conker me. Of
all the trying inwalieges in this walley of the shadder, that one beats
'em black and blue.'
It was the practice of Mrs Gamp and her friends in the profession, to
say this of all the easy customers; as having at once the effect of
discouraging competitors for office, and accounting for the necessity of
high living on the part of the nurses.
'Talk of constitooshun!' Mrs Gamp observed. 'A person's constitooshun
need be made of bricks to stand it. Mrs Harris jestly says to me, but
t'other day, "Oh! Sairey Gamp," she says, "how is it done?" "Mrs Harris,
ma'am," I says to her, "we gives no trust ourselves, and puts a deal
o'trust elsevere; these is our religious feelins, and we finds 'em
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