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''E's the matter.' she answered, pointing to her husband. 'It's through 'im I've got all this. Look at yer father, children; e's a father to be proud of, leavin' yer ter starve an' spendin' 'is week's money on a dirty little strumper.' Jim felt easier now he had not got so many strange eyes on him. HE'S THE MATTER SHE ANSWERED POINTING TO HER HUSBAND IT'S TO HIM I'VE GOT ALL THIS LOOK AT YOUR FATHER CHILDREN HE'S A FATHER TO BE PROUD OF LEAVING IT TO STARVE AND SPENDING HIS WEEK'S MONEY ON A DIRTY LITTLE STRUMP JIM FELT EASIER NOW HE HAD NOT GOT SO MANY STRANGE EYES ON HIM
rned on her once or twice and said: 'Shut up!' But it only made her more angry. 'I tell yer I shan't shut up. I don't care 'oo knows it, you're a ----, you are! I'm ashimed the children should 'ave such a father as you. D'yer think I didn't know wot you was up ter them nights you was awy--courtin', yus, courtin'? You're a nice man, you are!' Jim did not answer her, but walked on. At last he turned round to the people who were following and said: 'Na then, wot d'you want 'ere? You jolly well clear, or I'll give some of you somethin'!' They were mostly boys and women, and at his words they shrank back. ''E's afraid ter sy anythin' ter me,' jeered Mrs. Blakeston. ''E's a beauty!' Jim entered his house, and she followed him till they came up into their room. Polly was giving the children their tea. They all started up as they saw their mother with her hair and clothes in disorder, blotches of dried blood on her face, and the long scratch-marks. 'Oh, mother,' said Polly, 'wot is the matter? STILL EAGERLY LISTENING JIM TURNED ON HER ONCE OR TWICE AND SAID SHUT UP BUT IT ONLY MADE HER MORE ANGRY I TELL YE I SHAN'T SHUT HER I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT YOU'RE A YOU ARE YOU'RE A AND YOU ARE I'M ASHAMED THAT CHILDREN SHOULD HAVE SUCH A FATHER AS YOU YOU THINK I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WAS UP TO THEM NIGHTS YOU WAS AWAY COURTING YES COURTING YOU'RE A NICE MAN YOU ARE JIM DID NOT ANSWER HER BUT WALKED ON AT LAST HE TURNED ROUND TO THE PEOPLE WHO WERE FOLLOWING AND SAID NOW THEN WHAT YOU WANT HERE YOU JOLLY WELL CLEAR OR I'LL GIVE SOME OF YOU SOMETHING THEY WERE MOSTLY BOYS AND WOMEN AND AT HIS WORDS THEY SHRANK BACK HE'S AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING TO ME CHEERED MISSUS BLAKESTON HE'S A BEAUTY JIM ENTERED HIS HOUSE AND SHE FOLLOWED HIM TILL THEY CAME UP INTO THEIR ROOM POLLY WAS GIVING THE CHILDREN THEIR TEA THEY ALL STARTED UP AS THEY SAW THEIR MOTHER WITH HER HAIR AND CLOTHES IN DISORDER BLOTCHES OF DRIED BLOOD ON HER FACE AND THE LONG SCRATCH MARKS OH MOTHER SAID POLLY WHAT IS THE MATTER
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