W. Pett Ridge

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W. Pett Ridge,  Mord Em'ly — Chapter 16 (1898)

“ The infant Highlander had eaten some of the sugared bun, and had also contrived to paste a good deal of it on his cheeks. When this had been remedied, and his costume had been shaken into something like order, Mord Em'ly rose. The Highlander ran across the avenue, kicked his friend the boatswain, and returned to sanctuary.
"Good afternoon!" she said.
"No, you don't," remarked Wetherell brusquely. "You ain't going like that. Don't you flatter yourself."
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W. Pett Ridge,  Mord Em'ly — Chapter 16 (1898)

“ The market is overcrowded. The supply is in excess of the demand. Overpopulation is 'aving its natural effect, ayloft capital, with its outspread wings, is witing like a 'awk—"
"Cheese it!" said Mord Em'ly, "you ain't in the Broadway now."
"All the same," said Wetherell, "you'll find you've got rough weather in store if you ain't a bit artful."
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W. Pett Ridge,  Mord Em'ly — Chapter 16 (1898)

“ Wetherell frankly, "because it pays us not to. Between ourselves, because we supply a long-felt want, and there's money in it. Between ourselves, because we know the ropes, and we know a few newspaper reporters, and we two, my friend and me, are now prepared to get up a meeting on any subject you like for a certain sum paid down.
"Any subject?"
"Any blooming subject," declared Wetherell strenuously, "you blooming well like to mention."
The infant Highlander was called by Mord Em'ly, and, to prevent further expenditure of needless labour, the sugared bun was broken into four parts.
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