Young Lives by Richard Le Gallienne
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quite a lot of yourself.
"I'm afraid you don't remember your old uncle," said the old man to Esther, looking dimly round, and rather bewildered by the fine young ladies. Actually, he was only a remote courtesy uncle, having married their father's mother's sister. "Oh, of course, Uncle Clegg," said Esther, a true daughter of her mother; "but, you see, it's a long time since we saw you." "And this is Dorcas. Come and kiss your uncle, Dorcas. And this is Matilda," said Mrs. Mesurier. "Ay," said the old man, "and you're all growing up such fine young ladies. Deary me, Mary, but they must make you feel old." "We were just going to have some tea," said Esther; "wouldn't you like a cup, uncle?" "I daresay your uncle would rather have a glass of beer," said Mrs. Mesurier. "Ay, you're right there, Mary," answered the old man, "right there. A glass of beer is good enough for Samuel Clegg. A glass of beer and some bread and cheese, as the old saying is, is good enough for a king; but bread and cheese and water isn't fit for a beggar." All laughed obligingly; and the old man turned to a bulging pocket which had evidently been on his mind from his entrance. |
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