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James Greenwood Low-Life Deeps — Chapter 2: A Fallen Star (1881)

Dealer had disarmed the "duchess" of her boots; had he not done so, of a certainty they would have been launched at the barmaid's head. He nudged in; and whispered rapidly:-
"Now you can see her breed. That's blood, that is! Only look at her! Why she looks the gal behind the bar down as mere trash, old as she is. It's something, you know, for a chap like me to own a woman like that!"
He, nevertheless, deemed it prudent to interpose, with a view to mitigating her ladyship's wrath; and this was easily effected by his volunteering once more to replenish the rum measure.
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James Greenwood Low-Life Deeps — Chapter 2: A Fallen Star (1881)

But he was mistaken in supposing that Lady Blank was sociably inclined. As we approached her, she was evidently endeavouring to conceal something under a corner of her shawl from the keen eyes of Mr. Dealer, as she fixed her eyes on him in a half-frightened, half-defiant manner.
"What's the mischief now, duchess?" said he cheerfully:
"Nothing that concerns a low beast such as you are," her ladyship replied, hugging the corner of her shawl and shrinking away from him.
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James Greenwood Low-Life Deeps — Chapter 2: A Fallen Star (1881)

Does she wear it?"
"She used to," he replied, whispering, lest the dreadful old creature on the tub might overhear him, "but she don't now. She's too much afeard of losing it."
The tipsy comb that up to this time had been holding on by a single tooth atop of her head had now fallen down; and with her thin grey hair all loose and dabbling in the spilt rum on the counter, Lady Blank, despairing of more rum at Mr. Dealer's expense, just at present, was indulging in a refreshing nap with her head resting on her folded arms.
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