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Hetty Wesley by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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"Why, there's a choke here--dead leaves or something--and the
roof-water's running down the side of the house."

She glanced hurriedly about the room, stepped to the fireplace and
picked up a poker--a small one with a crook at the end. "Will this
help?" she asked, passing it out.

"Eh? the very thing!" He took it, and presently she heard it
scraping on the pipe in search of the obstruction. "Cleared it, by
Jingo! and that's famous." He lowered himself upon the flat of his
broad soles. "You ought to ha' been a plumber's wife. My! if I had
a headpiece like that to think for me--let alone to look at!"

"Give me back the poker, please."

"No tricks, now!" He handed it back, chuckled, and lowering himself
back to the topmost rung of the ladder, stood in safety. "You're as
white as a sheet. Was you scared I'd fall? Lord, I like to see you
look like that! it a'most makes me want to do it again. Look here--"

"For pity's sake--"

Was the man mad? And how was it he held her listening to his
intolerable talk? He was actually scrambling up to the sill again,
but paused with his eyes on hers. "It hurts you? Very well, then, I
won't: but I owe you something for that slap in the face, you know."

"You deserved it!" Hetty exclaimed, flushing as she recoiled from
terror to unreasonable wrath, and at the same moment hating herself
for arguing with him.
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