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      'Well, as I wos tellin' yer, I went to the 'orspital, an' the doctor 'e says to me, "My good woman," says 'e, "you might have been very seriously injured." An' me not been married eighteen months! An' as I was tellin' the doctor all about it, "Missus," 'e says ter me, lookin' at me straight in the eyeball. "Missus," says 'e, "'ave you been drinkin'?" "Drinkin'?" says I; "no! I've 'ad a little drop, but as for drinkin'! Mind," says I, "I don't say I'm a teetotaller—I'm not, I 'ave my glass of beer, and I like it. I couldn't do withaht it, wot with the work I 'ave, I must 'ave somethin' ter keep me tergether. But as for drinkin' 'eavily! Well! I can say this, there ain't a soberer woman than myself in all London. Why, my first 'usband never touched a drop. Ah, my first 'usband, 'e was a beauty, 'e was."'

      She stopped the repetition of her conversation and addressed herself to Liza.

      ''E was thet different ter this one. 'E was a man as 'ad seen better days. 'E was a gentleman!' She mouthed the word and emphasized it with an expressive nod.

      ''E was a gentleman and a Christian. 'E'd been in good circumstances in 'is time; an' 'e was a man of education and a teetotaller, for twenty-two years.'

      At that moment Liza's mother appeared on the scene.

      'Good evenin', Mrs. Stanley,' she said, politely.

      'The sime ter you, Mrs. Kemp.' replied that lady, with equal courtesy.

      'An' 'ow is your poor 'ead?' asked Liza's mother, with sympathy.

      'Oh, it's been achin' cruel. I've hardly known wot ter do with myself.'

      'I'm sure 'e ought ter be ashimed of 'imself for treatin' yer like thet.'

      'Oh, it wasn't 'is blows I minded so much, Mrs. Kemp,' replied Mrs. Stanley, 'an' don't you think it. It was wot 'e said ter me. I can stand a blow as well as any woman. I don't mind thet, an' when 'e don't tike a mean advantage of me I can stand up for myself an' give as good as I tike; an' many's the time I give my fust husband a black eye. But the language 'e used, an' the things 'e called me! It made me blush to the roots of my 'air; I'm not used ter bein' spoken ter like thet. I was in good circumstances when my fust 'usband was alive, 'e earned between two an' three pound a week, 'e did. As I said to 'im this mornin', "'Ow a gentleman can use sich language, I dunno."'

      ''Usbands is cautions, 'owever good they are,' said Mrs. Kemp, aphoristically. 'But I mustn't stay aht 'ere in the night air.'

      ''As yer rheumatism been troublin' yer litely?' asked Mrs. Stanley.

      'Oh, cruel. Liza rubs me with embrocation every night, but it torments me cruel.'

      Mrs. Kemp then went into the house, and Liza remained talking to Mrs. Stanley, she, too, had to go in, and Liza was left alone. Some while she spent thinking of nothing, staring vacantly in front of her, enjoying the cool and quiet of the evening. But Liza could not be left alone long, several boys came along with a bat and a ball, and fixed upon the road just in front of her for their pitch. Taking off their coats they piled them up at the two ends, and were ready to begin.

      'I say, old gal,' said one of them to Liza, 'come an' have a gime of cricket, will yer?'

      'Na, Bob, I'm tired.'

      'Come on!'

      'Na, I tell you I won't.'

      'She was on the booze yesterday, an' she ain't got over it,' cried another boy.

      'I'll swipe yer over the snitch!' replied Liza to him, and then on being asked again, said:

      'Leave me alone, won't yer?'

      'Liza's got the needle ter-night, thet's flat,' commented a third member of the team.

      'I wouldn't drink if I was you, Liza,' added another, with mock gravity. 'It's a bad 'abit ter git into,' and he began rolling and swaying about like a drunken man.

      If Liza had been 'in form' she would have gone straight away and given the whole lot of them a sample of her strength; but she was only rather bored and vexed that they should disturb her quietness, so she let them talk. They saw she was not to be drawn, and leaving her, set to their game. She watched them for some time, but her thoughts gradually lost themselves, and insensibly her mind was filled with a burly form, and she was again thinking of Jim.

      ''E is a good sort ter want ter tike me ter the ply,' she said to herself. 'Tom never arst me!'

      Jim had said he would come out in the evening; he ought to be here soon, she thought. Of course she wasn't going to the theatre with him, but she didn't mind talking to him; she rather enjoyed being asked to do a thing and refusing, and she would have liked another opportunity of doing so. But he didn't come and he had said he would!

      'I say, Bill,' she said at last to one of the boys who was fielding close beside her, 'that there Blakeston—d'you know 'im?'

      'Yes, rather; why, he works at the sime plice as me.'

      'Wot's 'e do with 'isself in the evening; I never see 'im abaht?'

      'I dunno. I see 'im this evenin' go into the "Red Lion". I suppose 'e's there, but I dunno.'

      Then he wasn't coming. Of course she had told him she was going to stay indoors, but he might have come all the same—just to see.

      'I know Tom 'ud 'ave come,' she said to herself, rather sulkily.

      'Liza! Liza!' she heard her mother's voice calling her.

      'Arright, I'm comin',' said Liza.

      'I've been witin' for you this last 'alf-hour ter rub me.'

      'Why didn't yer call?' asked Liza.

      'I did call. I've been callin' this last I dunno 'ow long; it's give me quite a sore throat.'

      'I never 'eard yer.'

      'Na, yer didn't want ter 'ear me, did yer? Yer don't mind if I dies with rheumatics, do yer? I know.'

      Liza did not answer, but took the bottle, and, pouring some of the liniment on her hand, began to rub it into Mrs. Kemp's rheumatic joints, while the invalid kept complaining and grumbling at everything Liza did.

      'Don't rub so 'ard, Liza, you'll rub all the skin off.'

      Then when Liza did it as gently as she could, she grumbled again.

      'If yer do it like thet, it won't do no good at all. You want ter sive yerself trouble—I know yer. When I was young girls didn't mind a little bit of 'ard work—but, law bless yer, you don't care abaht my rheumatics, do yer?'

      At last she finished, and Liza went to bed by her mother's side.

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       Two days passed, and it was Friday morning. Liza had got up early and strolled off to her work in good time, but she did not meet her faithful Sally on the way, nor find her at the factory when she herself СКАЧАТЬ