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Butler went red, “Mr Fairlie to give Miss Elsie a seeing to Ma’am,” he shouted to Mrs Grimshaw. xxx18 course she bloody won’t fancy thee,” Albert said furiously, “She see’s her sen wed to some bloody nob wi a poncy title, but all they see’s is her brass, half on em ent nowt but threepence two farthings to their name ,so they’s only after me brass.”
“So why me Gaffer?” Bob asked. “Call thee self a bloke,” Albert sighed. “Fancy thee? “Oooh he likes me,” she gasped as she pushed him so’s he were sat on t’end o the big four posted bed. “Tell him in his bloody dreams,” Mrs Grimshaw shouted back, “Any road round her’s wi Honourable Jason Fforbes-Whitehead in’t parlour so thee
