Liza of Lambeth by W. Somerset (William Somerset) Maugham
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'Garn awy!' He was quite brave now, and took hold of her hand. 'Yer know, Liza, I'm earnin' twenty-three shillin's at the works now, an' I've got some furniture as mother left me when she was took.' The girl said nothing. 'Liza, will you 'ave me? I'll make yer a good 'usband, Liza, swop me bob, I will; an' yer know I'm not a drinkin' sort. Liza, will yer marry me?' 'Na, Tom,' she answered quietly. 'Oh, Liza, won't you 'ave me?' 'Na, Tom, I can't.' 'Why not? You've come aht walkin' with me ever since Whitsun.' 'Ah, things is different now.' 'You're not walkin' aht with anybody else, are you, Liza?' he asked quickly. 'Na, not that.' 'Well, why won't yer, Liza? Oh Liza, I do love yer, I've never loved |
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