“It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. I made the pies. Sheila found out. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. But I will not be engaged as ‘Alcide’ or advertised under that name.
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