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'Tike it awy,' said Liza, turning from it in disgust; 'the smell of it gives me the sick. I'll never touch spirits again.' TAKE IT AWAY SAID ELIZA TURNING FROM IT IN DISGUST THE SMELL OF IT GIVES ME THE SICK I'LL NEVER TOUCH SPIRITS AGAIN
as, feeling very sick and ill, but better than in the night. At last her mother woke. 'Liza!' she called. 'Yus, mother,' she answered feebly. 'Git us a cup of tea, will yer?' 'I can't, mother, I'm ill.' 'Garn!' said Mrs. Kemp, in surprise. Then looking at her: 'Swop me bob, wot's up with yer? Why, yer cheeks is flushed, an' yer forehead--it is 'ot! Wot's the matter with yer, gal?' 'I dunno,' said Liza. 'I've been thet bad all night, I thought I was goin' ter die.' 'I know wot it is,' said Mrs. Kemp, shaking her head; 'the fact is, you ain't used ter drinkin', an' of course it's upset yer. Now me, why I'm as fresh as a disy. Tike my word, there ain't no good in teetotalism; it finds yer aht in the end, an' it's found you aht.' Mrs. Kemp considered it a judgment of Providence. She got up and mixed some whisky and water. ''Ere, drink this,' she said. 'When one's 'ad a drop too much at night, there's nothin' like havin' a drop more in the mornin' ter put one right. It just acts like magic.  BREATHING OF THE DRUNKARD FOR A LONG WHILE SHE LAY WHERE SHE WAS FEELING VERY SICK AND ILL BUT BETTER THAN IN THE NIGHT AT LAST HER MOTHER WOKE LIZA SHE CALLED YES MOTHER SHE ANSWERED FEEBLY GUESS A CUP OF TEA WILL YOU I CAN'T MOTHER I'M ILL GONE SAID MISSUS KEMP IN SURPRISE THEN LOOKING AT HER SWEP ME BOB WHAT'S UP WITH YOU WHY YOUR CHEEKS IS FLUSHED AND YOUR FOREHEAD IT'S HOT WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU GIRL I DUNNO SAID LIZA I'VE BEEN THAT BAD ALL NIGHT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE I KNOW WHAT IT IS SAID MISSUS KEMP SHAKING HER HEAD THE FACT IS YOU AIN'T USED TO DRINKING AND OF COURSE IT'S UPSET YOU NOW ME WHY I'M AS FRESH AS A DAISY TAKE MY WORD THERE AIN'T NO GOOD IN TEETOTALISM IT FINDS YOU'RE OUT IN THE END AND IT'S FOUND YOU OUT MISSUS KEMP CONSIDERED IT A JUDGMENT OF PROVIDENCE SHE GOT UP AND MIXED SOME WHISKY AND WATER HERE DRINK THIS SHE SAID WHEN ONE'S AT A DROP TOO MUCH AT NIGHT THERE'S NOTHING LIKE HAVING A DROP MORE IN THE MORNING TO PUT ONE RIGHT IT JUST ACTS LIKE MAGIC
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