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 Her next place was with a benevolent old spinster. Liz left her service, saying: "I had no wages, and what do you think she did? Why, she has locked up the tarts. And the other day I was making myself a bit of toast and margarine and the old cat caught me at it and she said, 'Isn't dripping not good enough for you, Liz?'" 129