A Girl of the People. L. T. Meade

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I.

       CHAPTER II.

       CHAPTER III.

       CHAPTER IV.

       CHAPTER V.

       CHAPTER VI.

       CHAPTER VII.

       CHAPTER VIII.

       CHAPTER IX.

       CHAPTER X.

       CHAPTER XI.

       CHAPTER XII.

       CHAPTER XIII.

       CHAPTER XIV.

       CHAPTER XV.

       CHAPTER XVI.

       CHAPTER XVII.

       CHAPTER XVIII.

       CHAPTER XIX.

       CHAPTER XX.

       CHAPTER XXI.

       CHAPTER XXII.

       CHAPTER XXIII.

       CHAPTER XXIV.

       CHAPTER XXV.

       CHAPTER XXVI.

       CHAPTER XXVII.

       CHAPTER XXVIII.

       CHAPTER XXIX.

       CHAPTER XXX.

       CHAPTER XXXI.

       CHAPTER XXXII.

       CHAPTER XXXIII.

CHAPTER I.

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      "You have kept us waiting an age! Come along, Bet, do."

      "She ain't going to funk it, surely!"

      "No, no, not she—she's a good 'un, Bet is—come along, Bet. Joe Wilkins is waiting for us round the corner, and he says Sam is to be there, and Jimmy, and Hester Wright: do come along, now."

      "Will Hester Wright sing?" suddenly demanded the girl who was being assailed by all these remarks.

      "Yes, tip-top, a new song from one of the music halls in London. Now then, be you coming or not, Bet?"

      "No, no, she's funking it," suddenly called out a dancing little sprite of a newspaper girl. She came up close to Bet as she spoke, and shook a dirty hand in her face, and gazed up at her with two mirthful, teasing, wicked black eyes. "Bet's funking it—she's a mammy's girl—she's tied to her mammy's apron-strings, he-he-he!"

      The other girls all joined in the laugh; and Bet, who was standing stolid and straight in the centre of the group, first flushed angrily, then turned pale and bit her lips.

      "I ain't funking," she said; "nobody can ever say as there's any funk about me—there's my share. Good-night."

      She tossed a shilling on to the pavement, and before the astonished girls could intercept her, turned on her heel and marched away.

      A mocking laugh or two floated after her on the night air, then the black-eyed girl picked up the shilling, said Bet was a "good 'un, though she wor that contrairy," and the whole party set off singing and shouting, up the narrow street of this particular Liverpool slum.

      Bet, when she left her companions, walked quickly in the direction of the docks; the pallor still continued on her brown cheeks, and a dazed expression filled her heavy eyes.

      "They clinched it when they said I wor a mammy's girl," she СКАЧАТЬ