" "Sairey," says Mrs
Harris, in a awful way, "Tell me wot is my indiwidgle number." "No, Mrs
Harris," I says to her, "ex-cuge me, if you please. My own," I says,
"has fallen out of three-pair backs, and had damp doorsteps settled
on their lungs, and one was turned up smilin' in a bedstead unbeknown.
Therefore, ma'am," I says, "seek not to proticipate, but take 'em as
they come and as they go." Mine,' says Mrs Gamp, 'mine is all gone, my
dear young chick. And as to husbands, there's a wooden leg gone likeways
home to its account, which in its constancy of walkin' into wine vaults,
and never comin' out again 'till fetched by force, was quite as weak as
flesh, if not weaker.'
When she had delivered this oration, Mrs Gamp leaned her chin upon the
cool iron again; and looking intently at the Antwerp packet, shook her
head and groaned.
'I wouldn't,' said Mrs Gamp, 'I wouldn't be a man and have such a think
upon my mind!--but nobody as owned the name of man, could do it!'
Tom and his sister glanced at each other; and Ruth, after a moment's
hesitation, asked Mrs Gamp what troubled her so much.
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