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"Because, you know," she would afterward salve her conscience, "I _couldn't_ be sure he didn't need it, whereas I was _quite_ sure I didn't." Now she wavered for a moment. "You didn't say you had a wife before," she suggested. "An invalid," sighed Mr. Flinks  "a helpless invalid, lady. BECAUSE YOU KNOW SHE WOULD AFTERWARDS SALVE HER CONSCIENCE I COULDN'T BE SURE HE DIDN'T NEED IT WHEREAS I WAS QUITE SURE I DIDN'T NOW SHE WAVERED FOR A MOMENT YOU DIDN'T SAY YOU HAD A WIFE BEFORE SHE SUGGESTED AN INVALID SIGHED MISTER FLINKS A HELPLESS INVALID LADY
make my way to New York, lady, where my poor old mother's dying, lady, and me out of a job. Ah, it's a hard, hard world, lady--and me her only son--and he struck me cruel, cruel hard, he did, but I forgive him for it, lady. Ah, lady, you're so beautiful I know you're got a kind, good heart, lady. Can't you do something for a poor workingman, lady, with a poor dying mother--and a poor, sick wife," Mr. Flinks added as a dolorous afterthought; and drew nearer to her and held out one hand appealingly. Petheridge Jukesbury had at divers times pointed out to her the evils of promiscuous charity, and these dicta Margaret parroted glibly enough, to do her justice, so long as there was no immediate question of dispensing alms. But for all that the next whining beggar would move her tender heart, his glib inventions playing upon it like a fiddle, and she would give as recklessly as though there were no such things in the whole wide world as soup-kitchens and organised charities and common-sense.  ME A POOR WORKINGMAN TRYING TO MAKE MY WAY TO NEW YORK LADY WHERE MY POOR OLD MOTHER'S DYING LADY AND ME OUT OF A JOB AH IT'S A HARD HARD WORLD LADY AND ME HER ONLY SON AND HE STRUCK ME CRUEL CRUEL HARD HE DID BUT I FORGIVE HIM FOR IT LADY AH LADY YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL I KNOW YOU'VE GOT A KIND GOOD HEART LADY CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING FOR A POOR WORKINGMAN LADY WITH A POOR DYING MOTHER AND A POOR SICK WIFE MISTER FLINKS ADDED AS A DOLOROUS AFTERTHOUGHT AND DREW NEARER TO HER AND HELD OUT ONE HAND APPEALINGLY PETHERIDGE JUKESBURY HAD AT DIVERS TIMES POINTED OUT TO HER THE EVILS OF PROMISCUOUS CHARITY AND THESE DICTA MARGARET PARROTED GLIBLY ENOUGH TO DO HER JUSTICE SO LONG AS THERE WAS NO IMMEDIATE QUESTION OF DISPENSING ALMS BUT FOR ALL THAT THE NEXT WHINING BEGGAR WOULD MOVE HER TENDER HEART HIS GLIB INVENTIONS PLAYING UPON IT LIKE A FIDDLE AND SHE WOULD GIVE AS RECKLESSLY AS THOUGH THERE WERE NO SUCH THINGS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD AS SOUP KITCHENS AND ORGANIZED CHARITIES AND COMMON SENSE
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