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R pore dear Par," she sez, "'e kept a store." An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor. "Twas thro' 'is death," she sez, "we wus rejuiced To this," she sez… An' then she weeps some more.

"'Er Par," she sez, "me poor late 'usband, kept An 'ay an' corn store. 'E'd no faults ixcept 'Im fallin' 'eavy orf a load o' charf W'ich—killed 'im—on the——" 'Struth! But 'ow she wept.

She blows 'er nose an' sniffs. "'E would 'a' made," She sez, "A lot uv money in the trade. But, 'im took orf so sudden-like, we found 'E 'adn't kept 'is life insurince paid.

"To think," she sez, "a child o' mine should be Rejuiced to workin' in a factory! If 'er pore Par 'e 'adn't died," she sobs… I sez, "It wus a bit o' luck fer me."


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