ā€œ Sack , indeed! What next, I wonder? And I’m shore I hope you’ll like the fillet of plaice, Mr. Egerton, though reely I don’t know what your tastes are. We all have our likes and dislikes as they say, and it takes time learning gentlemen’s little ways. But as for seeing a sack in this house⁠—well, I’m shore I don’t know when you had it, Mr. Egerton. A pore young thing that maid they have, so mean and scraggy-looking⁠—a proper misery, I call her. And Mrs. Byrne in that condition, too; one would think they wanted a good strong gairl to help about the house. The doctor was sent for this afternoon, Mr.

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