'My dear,' returned that lady, dropping her voice, 'you are single,
ain't you?'
Ruth laughed blushed, and said 'Yes.'
'Worse luck,' proceeded Mrs Gamp, 'for all parties! But others is
married, and in the marriage state; and there is a dear young creetur
a-comin' down this mornin' to that very package, which is no more fit to
trust herself to sea, than nothin' is!'
She paused here to look over the deck of the packet in question, and on
the steps leading down to it, and on the gangways. Seeming to have
thus assured herself that the object of her commiseration had not yet
arrived, she raised her eyes gradually up to the top of the escape-pipe,
and indignantly apostrophised the vessel:
'Oh, drat you!' said Mrs Gamp, shaking her umbrella at it, 'you're a
nice spluttering nisy monster for a delicate young creetur to go and
be a passinger by; ain't you! YOU never do no harm in that way, do
you? With your hammering, and roaring, and hissing, and lamp-iling, you
brute! Them Confugion steamers,' said Mrs Gamp, shaking her umbrella
again, 'has done more to throw us out of our reg'lar work and bring
ewents on at times when nobody counted on 'em (especially them
screeching railroad ones), than all the other frights that ever was
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