W. Pett Ridge

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W. Pett Ridge,  Mord Em'ly — Chapter 13 (1898)

“ Why, no, mother. We always got on well enough together."
"Since I've bin ill, I've thought sometimes I was little too—"
"Now, don't you go filling your 'ead with a lot of nonsense," said Mord Em'ly lightly. "You keep yourself quiet, or else me and you will fall out."
Her mother stroked the smooth hair again, with an affectionate touch.
"You're better-looking than you used to be, Mord Em'ly."
"Rather!" said Mord Em'ly cheerfully. "I'm a type of English beauty, I am."
"Your 'air's done up nice. Wonder what your father'll say when he sees you?"
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W. Pett Ridge,  Mord Em'ly — Chapter 13 (1898)

“ Wetherell. "There's two sides to every argument."
"I know," said Mord Em'ly. "But I can't look at both at once. Good-night!"
Mord Em'ly, going up the narrow stone staircase, found herself pervaded by a filial emotion for her mother that she had rarely felt before. In Walworth Road she had purchased a bunch of big grapes, and these she now held before her by the string, so that her mother should be propitiated by the sight. She would try to kiss her mother if her reception did not make the act too difficult.
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